Red bricks hold the morning chill
The city wakes but I stay still
Maple leaves turn gold and brown
I'm the king of this old town
Cold wind bites the harbor air
Taxis idling everywhere
People rushing to the train
Waiting for the autumn rain
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Watching the crowd while I walk alone
Three colors mixed in a patchy coat
Sailing the street like a velvet boat
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Leather boots and heavy heels
I know how the pavement feels
Salty breeze from the harbor quay
Old Boston is home to me
Cold wind bites the harbor air
Taxis idling everywhere
People rushing to the train
Waiting for the autumn rain
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Watching the crowd while I walk alone
Three colors mixed in a patchy coat
Sailing the street like a velvet boat
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Hollow belly, hunting mice
Warm vent steam is a paradise
I've seen every fare go by
Underneath a charcoal sky
A scrap of fish from a vendor's hand
Smallest ghost in a concrete land
I know the shortcuts and every crack
Once you leave there is no coming back
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Watching the crowd while I walk alone
Three colors mixed in a patchy coat
Sailing the street like a velvet boat
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Winter's coming with a heavy white
Turning the city a ghostly sight
Until then I'll guard the brick and lime
Counting the hours and marking the time
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Watching the crowd while I walk alone
Three colors mixed in a patchy coat
Sailing the street like a velvet boat
Calico eyes on the cobblestone
Just a patch of fur on the red brick road
Carry the city, carry the load
Yeah, keep on walking.
