I feel the weight of leather soles
A steady beat that takes its toll
Between my seams the mosses creep
While all the city dwellers sleep
I hold the ghost of every beat
The red brick root beneath the street
He plays the bow and I hold fast
A heavy love that's built to last
He stands like cedar in the cold
A story that is never told
The Acer leaves fall gold and red
Above the place where spirits tread
My clay is hard and baked in fire
He lifts the song a little higher
The salt and grit are in my skin
Where all the autumn winds begin
I hold the ghost of every beat
The red brick root beneath the street
He plays the bow and I hold fast
A heavy love that's built to last
Dig deep down in the dark loam
This frozen corner is my home
Wait for the thaw and let it bloom
Break through the gray and kill the gloom
The case is open for the dime
We measure out the passing time
A steady pulse of wood and wire
A slow burn like a hidden fire
I hold the ghost of every beat
The red brick root beneath the street
He plays the bow and I hold fast
A heavy love that's built to last
Red brick root.
Hold the line.
Stay right here.
