Cabbie wisdom etched in dial
Static hums a country mile
Fares and streets and weathered tales
Ride the wind on copper rails
Brick sidewalk static calls my name
History burns in tungsten flame
Leaves turn gold on Beacon Street
Radio heart keeps steady beat
Morning frost on cobblestone
Voices drift from hours lone
Taxi meters tick like clocks
Dust settles in wooden blocks
Brick sidewalk static calls my name
History burns in tungsten flame
Leaves turn gold on Beacon Street
Radio heart keeps steady beat
Afternoon brings tourist crowds
Footsteps stir the hallowed clouds
Proverbs crackle on the air
Patience wears a crown right there
Brick sidewalk static calls my name
History burns in tungsten flame
Leaves turn gold on Beacon Street
Radio heart keeps steady beat
Tubes cool down when night descends
Frequency finds missing friends
Static waits for morning light
Brick holds memory through the night
Evening shadows stretch and yawn
Centuries of footsteps drawn
Cabbie's voice still rides the wave
Brick and radio bold and brave
Brick sidewalk static calls my name
History burns in tungsten flame
Leaves turn gold on Beacon Street
Radio heart keeps steady beat
Static stays on Beacon Street
Radio heart keeps steady beat
Tube glow dies on copper wire
Brick sidewalk holds the fire