Track Insight / Lyrics
There's a phantom itch, scratchin' beneath your skin
Dust motes dancing, 'neath the flickering tin
Of Boston's sun-baked sidewalks, stretching to the sky
An old man's spindly fingers, drumming on a stone to try
To dislodge the memories, the ghosts that linger near
Of a history that's haunted, each brick, each corner, dear
But they won't let you leave, these streets alive
The neon puddles glisten, beneath your weary eyes
A restless wanderer, in this historic place
Dust motes dancing, 'sides the echo of your pace
In the autumn twilight, when the sun dips low
Lone shadows stretch and twist, like grasping fingers, grow
The smell of woodsmoke rises, from chimneys far and near
You roam these ancient lanes, where time loses all fear
Seeking solace, shade, a moment to unwind
From the barrage of the ages, etched upon this ground
But they won't let you leave, these streets alive
The neon puddles glisten, beneath your weary eyes
A restless wanderer, in this historic place
Dust motes dancing, 'sides the echo of your pace
In alleys, hidden courtyards, secrets whisper by
Of loves and losses, hopes and dreams, never-forgotten sighs
You walk the worn flagstones, tracing paths now gone
With every step, a chapter turns, another story dawn
These streets won't let you leave, they're woven in your blood
The neon puddles whisper, of a life you've never had
A ghostly pilgrim, on a quest through time
Dust motes dancing 'sides you, in a rhythm sublime
As the stars begin their waltz, in the coal-black velvet sky
And the brick facades grow dark, to meet the morning's sigh
You'll find your way, a path unspooling, 'fore your feet do stray
And the streets will welcome you, when you drift back by.
