Track Insight / Lyrics
Red brick sidewalk, cold October air
Grey wool coat and a salt-and-pepper stare
Meter ticking while the traffic starts to slow
Watching how the maple leaves begin to blow
Under the awning, out of the breeze
The music is shaking the gold from the trees
Hold on to the rhythm, hold on to the light
We are the only ones waking the night
Wooden case open on a dusty stone
Playing a melody he calls his own
Rough calloused fingers on a silver string
Listen to the way that the city can sing
Under the awning, out of the breeze
The music is shaking the gold from the trees
Hold on to the rhythm, hold on to the light
We are the only ones waking the night
Fare is waiting but I put it in park
Waiting for the tune to ignite the dark
The wind hits the corner with a sudden chill
But the song in the air makes the whole world still
Under the awning, out of the breeze
The music is shaking the gold from the trees
Hold on to the rhythm, hold on to the light
We are the only ones waking the night
Toss a few coins in the velvet lined tray
Both of us wishing we could stay for the day
One old cab driver and a bow made of horse
Finding a feeling that follows a course
The streetlights are humming a low yellow hum
Beating like a heart or a heavy bass drum
No more rushing hours, no more frantic race
Just the steady look on a stranger's face
The clouds are rolling in a heavy shade of blue
I found a moment that felt honest and true
Shift into gear as the last note fades out
This is what the spirit of Boston is about
Under the awning, out of the breeze
The music is shaking the gold from the trees
Hold on to the rhythm, hold on to the light
We are the only ones waking the night
Brick and bow, brick and bow
Watch the golden autumn glow
Just a gold autumn glow
