Red clay settled in the deep
Where the dormant rootlets sleep
Copper wires hum a low song
Keeping all the signals strong
Listen to the red brick beat
Sensing rhythm in the street
Turn the dial to find the glow
Watching autumn colors grow
Latin names for golden leaves
Wind is weaving through the eaves
Frequency is locked and tight
Guiding spirits through the night
Listen to the red brick beat
Sensing rhythm in the street
Turn the dial to find the glow
Watching autumn colors grow
Prunus seraphina gold
Ancient stories now unfold
Sifting through the heavy loam
Bringing every signal home
Listen to the red brick beat
Sensing rhythm in the street
Turn the dial to find the glow
Watching autumn colors grow
Wait for winter's frozen hold
While the radio stays bold
Sown in soil and etched in stone
Waiting for the dial tone
Listen to the red brick beat
Sensing rhythm in the street
Turn the dial to find the glow
Watching autumn colors grow
Red brick signal, clear and true
Still I'm calling out to you
