Cold wind bites the rusted chain
Grey clouds bring a hint of rain
Rubber hums on weathered stone
Walking these old streets alone
Searching for a hidden line
Where the gold and copper shine
Red brick maze under autumn gold
Stories that the city hold
Leather gloves and woollen vest
North End air is out the west
Turning left at Beacon Hill
Every corner standing still
Searching for a hidden line
Where the gold and copper shine
Red brick maze under autumn gold
Stories that the city hold
Amber leaves on granite walls
Winter shadow slowly falls
Check the map and trace the bend
Looking for a missing friend
Searching for a hidden line
Where the gold and copper shine
Red brick maze under autumn gold
Stories that the city hold
Sinking deep in velvet night
One last flash of amber light
Find the mark upon the floor
Open up the heavy door
Searching for a hidden line
Where the gold and copper shine
Red brick maze under autumn gold
Stories that the city hold
Red brick maze.
Copper shine.
The city hold.
