Track Insight / Lyrics
Red bricks cold in the Boston air
A patch of orange, a lonely stare
He sits where the trolley tracks run deep
While the city wakes from a winter sleep
Calico waiting on the cobblestone
A little king sitting on a brick-red throne
Wait for the sun, wait for the light to break
A tiny heart with a giant world to take
The wind blows hard through the North End street
He tucks in his paws and his frozen feet
He watches the cabs as they roll on by
Under a grey and a heavy autumn sky
Calico waiting on the cobblestone
A little king sitting on a brick-red throne
Wait for the sun, wait for the light to break
A tiny heart with a giant world to take
A fish-monger stops with a piece of cod
The little cat gives a hopeful nod
He does not run and he does not flee
Just a scrap of gold for the world to see
Calico waiting on the cobblestone
A little king sitting on a brick-red throne
Wait for the sun, wait for the light to break
A tiny heart with a giant world to take
Old fares come and go in a yellow blur
But the city stops for a rhythmic purr
The storm clears out and the clouds drift fast
The lonely wait is over at long last
A lady in wool with a gentle hand
The kindest soul in this concrete land
She lifts him up from the frozen grit
And finds a home where a small cat can fit
Calico waiting on the cobblestone
A little king sitting on a brick-red throne
Wait for the sun, wait for the light to break
A tiny heart with a giant world to take
Off the brick and into the heat
No more sleeping on a Boston street
Yeah, he's going home.
