I hold the weight of every shoe
The morning frost is cold and blue
A sailor walks with heavy pace
He seeks a long forgotten place
Red clay glowing in the autumn haze
Counting seconds in a golden blaze
Red clay glowing where the sailors go
Watching seasons in a steady flow
His boots are worn from salt and brine
He follows every weathered line
The harbor wind is sharp and keen
The coldest air he's ever seen
Red clay glowing in the autumn haze
Counting seconds in a golden blaze
Red clay glowing where the sailors go
Watching seasons in a steady flow
He stops to look at harbor light
Before the day turns into night
He remembers ships and open seas
And salt that drifted on the breeze
Red clay glowing in the autumn haze
Counting seconds in a golden blaze
Red clay glowing where the sailors go
Watching seasons in a steady flow
I feel the click of leather soles
As autumn wind begins its rolls
The orange leaves fall on my face
I keep the rhythm of this place
Clockwork ticking in the city square
Scent of cider in the chilly air
Racing fast before the sun goes down
Walking circles through this brick-red town
He turns around and walks away
Into the blur of silver gray
I wait until the street is clear
Until the winter frost is near
Red clay glowing in the autumn haze
Counting seconds in a golden blaze
Red clay glowing where the sailors go
Watching seasons in a steady flow
Crimson Brick Lane
Crimson Brick Lane
