He checks the oil at quarter past
Winter wind bites hard and fast
Leather ledger rests on knee
Counting steps for all to see
Cracked glass greenhouse on the hill
Footsteps counted standing still
Notebook snaps the numbers tight
Racing dawn through cold night
Fare drops coins in waiting hand
Calm before the storm hits land
Wipers swipe the sleet away
Another mile to start the day
Cracked glass greenhouse on the hill
Footsteps counted standing still
Notebook snaps the numbers tight
Racing dawn through cold night
Tomatoes bloom in splintered frames
Defying frost they know his name
Roots push hard through frozen clay
Driver heads for home today
Cracked glass greenhouse on the hill
Footsteps counted standing still
Notebook snaps the numbers tight
Racing dawn through cold night
Engine coughs a steady song
Knows exactly where he belongs
Final entry ink runs dry
Sun climbs up the eastern sky
Cracked glass greenhouse on the hill
Footsteps counted standing still
Notebook snaps the numbers tight
Racing dawn through cold night
Leather ledger holds the truth
Counting steps of age and youth
Meter silent journey done
Morning comes with rising sun
