Track Insight / Lyrics
Sun hits the mesa, glass catches fire
Old cab rolls slow on the desert wire
Driver knows the route, knows the proverb deep
Light breaks in colors the canyon keep
He picks up the artist at dawn's first glow
Stained glass boxes in the back seat row
She talks of copper, lead, and solder line
He nods, thinks of fares and the dotted line
Mesa glass shines in the morning sun
Colors bleed on the canyon run
Taxi man watches the light unfold
Stories of the desert, never old
She sets up her kiln on the mesa edge
Heat rises up from the desert ledge
He wipes his brow, adjusts the mirror glance
Sees the colors dance in a fiery trance
Mesa glass shines in the morning sun
Colors bleed on the canyon run
Taxi man watches the light unfold
Stories of the desert, never old
Tourists ask for a ride to the rim
He drives them slow on the dusty brim
They snap their photos, they miss the art
The glass holds the sky, holds the desert heart
Mesa glass shines in the morning sun
Colors bleed on the canyon run
Taxi man watches the light unfold
Stories of the desert, never old
Night falls cold on the adobe floor
He parks his cab by the studio door
She sleeps in colors, dreams in lead
He counts his change, rests his weary head
Mesa glass shines in the morning sun
Colors bleed on the canyon run
Taxi man watches the light unfold
Stories of the desert, never old
Rain rarely comes but when it does
Washes the dust, washes the buzz
Glass drinks the water, drinks the sky
Driver smiles, lets out a sigh
Dawn returns, the mesa glows anew
She packs her pieces, bids adieu
He loads the boxes, careful, slow
Knows the colors travel where they go
Mesa glass shines in the morning sun
Colors bleed on the canyon run
Taxi man watches the light unfold
Stories of the desert, never old
Mesa glass, forever bold
Engine hums, the mesa fades behind
Glass light rides the desert wind
