You drag a hull through the red stone street
The autumn air feels sharp and sweet
Old leather boots on a salty breeze
Gold leaves are shaking in the trees
You sail a boat on a brick river bed
Where all the old town stories are read
Floating on stone in the October dew
Searching for something a little bit new
The coffee is black in a paper cup
You watch the early morning wake up
The rowboat scrapes on the Beacon hill
The city morning is heavy and still
You sail a boat on a brick river bed
Where all the old town stories are read
Floating on stone in the October dew
Searching for something a little bit new
You pass the shops with the iron gates
The trolley bell rings while the driver waits
Your wooden oars hit the sidewalk seam
Like a slow drift in a heavy day dream
You sail a boat on a brick river bed
Where all the old town stories are read
Floating on stone in the October dew
Searching for something a little bit new
The grease on the grill starts to pop and hiss
A moment of peace that you didn't miss
You steer your bow past the harbor line
The autumn colors are looking so fine
You sail a boat on a brick river bed
Where all the old town stories are read
Floating on stone in the October dew
Searching for something a little bit new
Brick water blue.
Just rowing through.
Brick water blue.
