You push the oars through red clay stone
A heavy hull you steer alone
The autumn leaves are gold and wet
A morning scene you won't forget
You sail a boat on Boston brick
The city air is heavy thick
You drift away on salted ground
Where only quiet ghosts are found
The rowboat scrapes a granite wall
The maple branches start to fall
You watch the coffee steam and rise
Beneath the grey and hazy skies
You sail a boat on Boston brick
The city air is heavy thick
You drift away on salted ground
Where only quiet ghosts are found
The diners serve a midnight plate
You navigate the city gate
The wooden planks are worn and old
Against a wind that's biting cold
You sail a boat on Boston brick
The city air is heavy thick
You drift away on salted ground
Where only quiet ghosts are found
You leave a wake of amber light
Across the sidewalk in the night
The harbor calls from far away
While you just float until the day
You sail a boat on Boston brick
The city air is heavy thick
You drift away on salted ground
Where only quiet ghosts are found
Just keep on gliding. Red brick water.
Slow and steady.
