Acorns crack like fare drops in the box
Leaves pile deep on Beacon Hill blocks
Headphones pressed to cold clay ear
Morse code tapping year to year
Brick radio humming low
Signals only cobblestones know
Frequency in autumn rain
Static sings the street's refrain
Brownstone stoops keep secrets tight
Trolley tracks hum through the night
Coffee cups and cigarette butts
Paved in grit and satellite guts
Brick radio humming low
Signals only cobblestones know
Frequency in autumn rain
Static sings the street's refrain
Charles River wind cuts through the seams
Operator reads the neighborhood dreams
Boot heels click a steady time
Bricks remember every rhyme
Brick radio humming low
Signals only cobblestones know
Frequency in autumn rain
Static sings the street's refrain
Antenna rusted in the gutter's grin
Dial spins where the sky begins
No fare collected no meter runs
Just the hum of rising suns
Leaves turn gold then turn to dust
Bricks outlast the iron trust
Operator packs his gear and goes
Static stays when the cold wind blows
Brick radio humming low
Signals only cobblestones know
Frequency in autumn rain
Static sings the street's refrain
Brick radio humming low
Signals only cobblestones know
Frequency holds the line
Bricks outlast the time
