Cold wind bites the harbor wall
Autumn leaves begin to fall
Red clay stones are worn and grey
Where the city spends its day
Golden eyes in velvet white
Watching through the amber light
Perched above the frozen street
Listening for the rhythmic beat
Brick and wing in the city air
Finding peace in a lonely square
Ghostly flight on a heavy breeze
Swaying soft through the maple trees
Old salt knows the way to steer
Keeping every signal clear
You just wait for one right sign
Walking on a narrow line
Brick and wing in the city air
Finding peace in a lonely square
Ghostly flight on a heavy breeze
Swaying soft through the maple trees
Silver frost on the iron rail
Winter wind is a salty gale
Higher now than the streetlamp glow
Watching all of the people go
Rough hand on a rusted gate
Patient as a sailor's fate
Wait for night to claim the town
Before the heavy curtain falls down
White wings brush the granite ledge
Balanced on a jagged edge
Boston sleeps in a velvet haze
Lost inside a golden maze
Brick and wing in the city air
Finding peace in a lonely square
Ghostly flight on a heavy breeze
Swaying soft through the maple trees
Red clay stones and a velvet white.
Settle down for the coming night.
Brick and wing.
