Track Insight / Lyrics
Sanded leather, polished gold,
Stories that the stitches hold.
Red clay bricks in Boston air,
Autumn colors everywhere.
Wait for the root to find the way,
Buff the leather, save the day.
Scent of soil and wax and pine,
Wait for the stars to align.
Hedera helix on the wall,
Watching all the maple fall.
Iron nails and heavy thread,
Winter dreams inside my head.
Wait for the root to find the way,
Buff the leather, save the day.
Scent of soil and wax and pine,
Wait for the stars to align.
Tannin soak and heavy grain,
Wash away the city stain.
Patience grows in dark brown earth,
Counting every seedling's birth.
Wait for the root to find the way,
Buff the leather, save the day.
Scent of soil and wax and pine,
Wait for the stars to align.
Cobbled paths and copper light,
Keeping focus in my sight.
Latin names for every leaf,
Holding on to moments brief.
Push the seed beneath the stone,
Walking through the street alone.
Slower pace and steady hand,
Healing all the broken land.
Suede and velvet, soft and deep,
While the garden falls asleep.
Brick by brick the sidewalk glows,
That is how the patience grows.
Wait for the root to find the way,
Buff the leather, save the day.
Scent of soil and wax and pine,
Wait for the stars to align.
Scent of soil and wax and pine.
Brick and bloom, align.
