Track Insight / Lyrics
You tread the herringbone of Beacon Hill
Where Acer rubrum drops its crimson spill
The Brattle Book Shop door swings inward still
Your paws recall the worn-in windowsill
Ginkgo biloba fans the gutter gold
Quercus alba sheds its copper hold
You scent the paper, dust, and binding old
A taxonomy the city never told
Brick Samara, falling through the years
You trace the mortar, damp with autumn tears
Each paw prints deep in cracked atmosphere
Brick Samara, sole witness standing here
The proprietor knew your Linnaean name
Felis catus, sovereign of the flame
He'd trim the Boston fern you'd crash and claim
While rain tapped rhythms on the window frame
Brick Samara, falling through the years
You trace the mortar, damp with autumn tears
Each paw prints deep in cracked atmosphere
Brick Samara, sole witness standing here
Now scaffolding hides the Brattle facade
The great elm fell where Commons once strode
You circle where the doorway once awed
No familiar scent on this altered road
You rub your cheeks on Physocarpus bark
Ninebark shedding strips in afternoon dark
The wind carries spores from Charles River Park
You memorize the light before it's stark
A samara lifts on thermal updraft wind
You watch it spiral where the streets begin
The city rewrites what the roots have pinned
But you remain where origin stories spin
Brick Samara, falling through the years
You trace the mortar, damp with autumn tears
Each paw prints deep in cracked atmosphere
Brick Samara, sole witness standing here
Your tail a question mark on Beacon brick
The Latin names you carry, soft and quick
