Jewels of Broken Blue Depression Glass

In the guest room
Of the old house
Hung a painting near the door

Blue eyes smiling
Hair combed neatly
That was you before the storm

Jewels of broken blue depression glass
That's all that's left of the man

Above the car port
Behind a banker's box
It was smaller than I recalled

And I looked deeply
Into the brushstrokes
For some answers to it all

Jewels of broken blue depression glass
That's all that's left of the man

You can't cut your tether-shadow
Even with your dark wasteful edge

Jewels of broken blue depression glass
That's all that's left of the man

And I put your picture face to the wall
And walked away

Leaving the dark
Leaving the dark
Leaving the dark to the webs and dust

© 2018 Plaid Rain Music (BMI)