Yellow leaves hit the Boston stone
I watch the city stand alone
The camera lens is sharp and clear
Capturing all that I see here
I count the stones on the street line
The autumn sun starts to decline
Calico coat in the orange light
Walking the sidewalk through the night
Hidden in the shadow of a wall
Waiting for a passerby's call
My tail is a flick of ginger fire
Moving my paws on a rusty wire
I count the stones on the street line
The autumn sun starts to decline
Calico coat in the orange light
Walking the sidewalk through the night
I ride the bus through the morning haze
Mapping the city's winding maze
Cat by the old red brick door
A little ghost on a brick floor
I count the stones on the street line
The autumn sun starts to decline
Calico coat in the orange light
Walking the sidewalk through the night
The wind bites hard against my skin
The city's pulse is deep within
One tiny life in a massive frame
Frozen forever, without a name
The shutter clicks and the colors blur
A memory of who we were
The calico moves with a steady pace
Leaving a path on the brick face
I count the stones on the street line
The autumn sun starts to decline
Calico coat in the orange light
Walking the sidewalk through the night
Snapshot taken, time is still
Over the brick and over the hill
