I parked the van on Beacon Street
The autumn air smells cold and sweet
I carry tools that clink and sway
To tune a piano worn and grey
The wind cuts through my woolen coat
I read the numbers that you wrote
Meet me down on Brick and Ivory
Where the leaves fall slow and heavy
I will wait by the iron gate
For the sound of your footsteps late
You cook the eggs and pour the brew
The diner lights are burning blue
You wipe the counter with your rag
And tuck the tips inside your bag
Meet me down on Brick and Ivory
Where the leaves fall slow and heavy
I will wait by the iron gate
For the sound of your footsteps late
I strike a chord and hold my breath
The tarnish fades and nothing's left
But perfect pitch and honest tone
A melody we call our own
Meet me down on Brick and Ivory
Where the leaves fall slow and heavy
I will wait by the iron gate
For the sound of your footsteps late
The city hums a low complaint
The copper sky begins to faint
I trade my labor for a song
And wonder where you've been so long
The diner closed an hour ago
You left a note to let me know
The bricks are cold, the keys are true
But every note reminds me of you
Meet me down on Brick and Ivory
Where the leaves fall slow and heavy
I will wait by the iron gate
For the sound of your footsteps late
Cold keys wait for the morning train
I walk the bricks where the shadows stain
Brick and Ivory
Brick and Ivory
