He rubs the leather till it glows
The heavy scent of polish flows
He watches through the window pane
The summer air is thick with rain
Across the yard the ferns are green
The strangest sight he's ever seen
A woman tends the potting soil
Within the heat of daily toil
Just a thin sheet of cracked glass
Watching all the hours pass
Two worlds held in a steady gaze
Lost inside a golden haze
She clips the stem of one red rose
The way the garden rhythm goes
He stops his brush to see her smile
He wants to stay a little while
Across the yard the ferns are green
The strangest sight he's ever seen
A woman tends the potting soil
Within the heat of daily toil
Just a thin sheet of cracked glass
Watching all the hours pass
Two worlds held in a steady gaze
Lost inside a golden haze
His calloused hands are stained in brown
The quietest man in this old town
She looks his way and waves a hand
A secret bond they understand
No words are spoken in the air
Just a heavy sort of prayer
The hammer hits the wooden sole
The only thing that makes him whole
Just a thin sheet of cracked glass
Watching all the hours pass
Two worlds held in a steady gaze
Lost inside a golden haze
The sun sinks low behind the hill
The evening air is cool and still
He puts his tools back on the shelf
He keeps the longing to himself
Just a thin sheet of cracked glass
Watching all the hours pass
Two worlds held in a steady gaze
Lost inside a golden haze
The glass divide
Nowhere to hide
Ooh, golden haze.
