Track Insight / Lyrics
(Props sweep, distant footsteps, locked pavement)
Lost in autumn's glance,
Gritty brick and broken dance,
Sidewalk whispers tales,
Of centuries, and seasons' gales.
The city's heartbeat still hums,
In every crevice, stories drum,
Echoes of the past abide,
Where once a sailor's boots did stride.
Now, a hand scrapes forgotten stone,
A journey through the years alone,
Each touch, a piece of time peeled back,
Unraveling the history that's packed.
Brick by brick, and line by line,
I piece together moments divine,
In Boston's streets, I hear your voice,
From ages past, to now rejoice.
Vessels of old, once sailed the sea,
Skippers' dreams now set upon the street,
Salted stories in each worn out place,
Guiding feet, tracing remnants of the past.
Now, a hand scrapes forgotten stone,
A journey through the years alone,
Each touch, a piece of time peeled back,
Unraveling the history that's packed.
Brick by brick, and line by line,
I piece together moments divine,
In Boston's streets, I hear your voice,
From ages past, to now rejoice.
Each step, a echo through the space,
Connecting threads from times in place,
In paths that wind through history's heart,
I find my own, a sailor's part.
Brick by brick, and line by line,
I piece together moments divine,
In Boston's streets, I hear your voice,
From ages past, to now rejoice.
(Hum of the city, solo footstep fade)
