Old boots resting on a red brick street
Autumn wind brings a sudden cold heat
Silver scales on a nylon line
Waiting for a lucky coastal sign
Oh the harbor holds the heavy weight
Of a man who knows he's running late
Salty skin and a weathered old hand
Walking slow on the Boston sand
Coffee steam in a paper white cup
Watch the early morning harbor wake up
Woolen coat with a missing brass pin
Letting all the harbor breezes in
Oh the harbor holds the heavy weight
Of a man who knows he's running late
Salty skin and a weathered old hand
Walking slow on the Boston sand
Copper pennies in a rusted tin can
Working hard with a fisherman's plan
Red brick paths where the history grows
While the cold northern winter wind blows
Tide is turning in the dark grey bay
Chasing all the summer ghosts away
He don't talk and he don't look around
Just a steady beat on the frozen ground
Heavy nets tied in a nautical knot
Finding peace in a quiet little spot
Amber leaves on a wet granite stone
A steady heart in a city alone
Oh the harbor holds the heavy weight
Of a man who knows he's running late
Salty skin and a weathered old hand
Walking slow on the Boston sand
Battered hat pulled low over his eyes
Underneath the pale October skies
He remembers how the ocean would roar
Washing gold on a distant sandy shore
Oh the harbor holds the heavy weight
Of a man who knows he's running late
Salty skin and a weathered old hand
Walking slow on the Boston sand
Red brick harbor, salt in the air
Just a lonely man with a steady stare.
