October wind cuts through the street
The iron grate bites at my feet
I chased a scent through autumn haze
Now I am lost in a brick maze
My heavy chain is pulled too tight
I fight the dark to find the light
The city noise is loud and fast
I feel the grip of a metal cast
Tangled in the red brick floor
I cannot find the open door
Pulling hard against the grain
Screaming through the cold and rain
A stranger walks in leather shoes
He does not see the kind of blues
I wear beneath my matted fur
While all the city lights become a blur
Tangled in the red brick floor
I cannot find the open door
Pulling hard against the grain
Screaming through the cold and rain
Hold the breath and feel the beat
The concrete pulse beneath my heat
One last jump to break the line
One last hope to make it mine
The copper leaves fall on my head
The sidewalk turns a dusty red
I pull the wire from the crack
I will not ever wander back
My paws are raw and shaking now
I make a silent hunter's vow
The scent of pine is in the air
I leave behind the urban snare
Tangled in the red brick floor
I cannot find the open door
Pulling hard against the grain
Screaming through the cold and rain
Run far away. Run far away.
Red brick, cold steel.
