I've hauled the night shift, miles of wire
My speaker cones are tired but true
The cracked panes shiver near the fire
I sing the blues to pull them through
Frost bites the tomato vines
The thermometer drops low
I turn the volume past the lines
Let the warm oscillation flow
Static warms the glass tonight
Keep the green roots holding tight
Through the cracks the cold wind bites
But I hold the frequency tight
Every song a heater coil
Rooting deep in southern soil
Meter running on the dawn patrol
Fare is paid in pollen dust
I drive the dark from pole to pole
In melody I place my trust
Ice fingers tap the brittle pane
The mercury says stay inside
I broadcast through the wind and rain
No passenger left behind
Static warms the glass tonight
Keep the green roots holding tight
Through the cracks the cold wind bites
But I hold the frequency tight
Every song a heater coil
Rooting deep in southern soil
Banjo claws the morning air
Cello weeps a low lament
Stomp the beat to show we care
Music is the element
No GPS to guide the way
Just watts and volts and faith in sound
I'll chase the dark until the day
The sweetest route that can be found
Turn the knob and feel the heat
Roots grow strong on rhythm beats
Static warms the glass tonight
Keep the green roots holding tight
Through the cracks the cold wind bites
But I hold the frequency tight
Every song a heater coil
Rooting deep in southern soil
Sun hits the glass at seven sharp
The cracks glow gold like live wire
I've driven through the cold and dark
To fan the flame a little higher
Static warms the glass tonight
Keep the green roots holding tight
Through the cracks the cold wind bites
But I hold the frequency tight
Every song a heater coil
Rooting deep in southern soil
Static fades but warmth stays here
Greenhouse humming, crystal clear
