He ties the heavy nylon rope
A sailor clinging to a hope
The morning air is sharp and thin
Before the city rush begins
Listen to the cobblestone
A rhythmic humming all alone
Counting beats before the day
Washes all the gray away
He walks the square in heavy boots
Where ancient ivy takes its roots
The iron shutters click and lock
Ticking like a giant clock
Listen to the cobblestone
A rhythmic humming all alone
Counting beats before the day
Washes all the gray away
A single cat with yellow eyes
Watches as the orange sunrise
Hits the fountain's frozen rim
The waking world is soft and dim
The scent of roasting beans will rise
Underneath the velvet skies
He holds his breath to keep the sound
Of a city barely found
No tourists crowd the narrow street
Just the cadence of his feet
The empty tables wait in line
Waiting for a glass of wine
Listen to the cobblestone
A rhythmic humming all alone
Counting beats before the day
Washes all the gray away
He captures light inside his head
Before the sleeping town is fed
One last look at the empty square
The salty wind is in his hair
Listen to the cobblestone
A rhythmic humming all alone
Counting beats before the day
Washes all the gray away
Cold stone, gold light.
The city wakes up bright.
Gold light.
