Track Insight / Lyrics
I know these bricks like lines on a palm
Leaves fall heavy on the Beacon Hill calm
Meter drops when the fog rolls in tight
I walk the sector every night
Copper lens throws a finger of gold
Cutting through the stories the harbor told
No fare to collect, no dispatch call
Just the tick of the clock on the harbor wall
I keep the Boston Light burning clean
Guiding the lost where the brick seams meet
Autumn wind bites like a fare unpaid
Foundation holds where the pilings lay
Brass plate polished on the lantern room door
Salt in the mortar, salt in the core
Tourists snap shots when the summer is high
Come October, it's just me and the sky
I keep the Boston Light burning clean
Guiding the lost where the brick seams meet
Autumn wind bites like a fare unpaid
Foundation holds where the pilings lay
Nor'easter howls down the Charles River bend
Steel guitar cries where the whitecaps end
I check the wick, I check the gear
Another season winding down the year
Pavement's slick with the first hard frost
Counting the headlights, counting the cost
A lone gull cries on the Long Wharf pier
Another watch standing, another year
Retirement papers in the glove box sit
But the light keeps turning, won't let me quit
Bricks remember every boot and shoe
I'll walk this beat 'til the morning breaks through
I keep the Boston Light burning clean
Guiding the lost where the brick seams meet
Autumn wind bites like a fare unpaid
Foundation holds where the pilings lay
Just the beam and me
Walking the midnight beat
