Track Insight / Lyrics
Old sidewalk cracks, where bricks once lay
A cozy cup, on a fading day
Ceramic smooth, a weathered brown
Holds a story, right here in town
Brick and clay, beneath the leaves
Sun sinking slow, on autumn's eaves
A steaming brew, a quiet beat
Boston's heart, in my two tired feet
Fog rolls in, like whispers low
Streetlights flicker, as the embers glow
A lonely soul, walks on by
Passing faces, beneath the sky
Brick and clay, beneath the leaves
Sun sinking slow, on autumn's eaves
A steaming brew, a quiet beat
Boston's heart, in my two tired feet
Harbor sighs, a mournful sound
Salty air, upon the ground
A sailor's tale, in every trace
Of cobblestones, in this ancient place
Stars appear, like diamonds bright
On a canvas dark, of the coming night
A symphony, of crickets' song
As the city sleeps, where I belong
My weary hands, grip the mug so tight
Warmth inside, chasing shadows from sight
Boston holds me, in its ancient sway
Brick and clay, guiding my way
Brick and clay, beneath the leaves
Sun sinking slow, on autumn's eaves
A steaming brew, a quiet beat
Boston's heart, in my two tired feet
