Track Insight / Lyrics
Lake winds whisper, brick turns grey,
Old Milwaukee breathes another day.
Sunlight fading, a golden hue,
Stories linger, honest and true.
*Quercus alba* stands so tall,
Witness to seasons, watching them fall.
Cream city brick, a silent grace,
Brewery shadows on this weathered place.
The yeast awakens, a gentle sigh,
History's flavor drifting on by.
Cream city ghosts in the lake wind moan,
Brick and barley, a world unknown.
Old Milwaukee dreaming, soft and low,
Where the rivers whisper and the cold winds blow.
Lost in amber, a hazy scene,
Cream city ghosts, forever keen.
*Tilia americana*, blossoms white,
Scent on the breezes, a summer light.
Cobblestone pathways, worn and deep,
Secrets the old buildings softly keep.
Each brick a memory, etched in stone,
A quiet beauty, all alone.
Cream city ghosts in the lake wind moan,
Brick and barley, a world unknown.
Old Milwaukee dreaming, soft and low,
Where the rivers whisper and the cold winds blow.
Lost in amber, a hazy scene,
Cream city ghosts, forever keen.
*Acer saccharum*, leaves descend,
Autumnal colors, without end.
The Menomonee flows, a silver thread,
Past silent tanks where stories spread.
A patient waiting, a knowing glance,
Rooted deeply, a timeless dance.
Cream city ghosts in the lake wind moan,
Brick and barley, a world unknown.
Old Milwaukee dreaming, soft and low,
Where the rivers whisper and the cold winds blow.
Lost in amber, a hazy scene,
Cream city ghosts, forever keen.
Sun through the windows, dust motes fly,
A forgotten echo, passing by.
The scent of hops, a gentle bloom,
Chasing away the gathering gloom.
Feel the stillness, the ancient hold,
Stories unfolding, brave and bold.
*Juglans nigra* reaching for the sky,
Watching the seasons slowly drift by.
The lakefront shimmers, a misty veil,
Holding the secrets of a bygone tale.
Each frosted window, a whispered plea,
Remember the beauty, remember me.
Cream city ghosts in the lake wind moan,
Brick and barley, a world unknown.
Old Milwaukee dreaming, soft and low,
Where the rivers whisper and the cold winds blow.
Lost in amber, a hazy scene,
Cream city ghosts, forever keen.
Brick and barley, fading light,
Cream city ghosts in the still of night.
The wind keeps breathing, soft and slow,
Milwaukee dreaming, letting go.
Letting go…
Letting go…
