Diesel fumes in the autumn chill
Engine hums and the air is still
Old red bricks on a Boston street
Where the heavy haul and city meet
Oh, I am frozen in the red brick wait
Counting hours by the iron gate
Sinking deep in the golden haze
Lost inside of these autumn days
Meter clicking in a yellow cab
City corners feel a sudden stab
Coffee steaming in a paper cup
Wait for signals till the light turns up
Oh, I am frozen in the red brick wait
Counting hours by the iron gate
Sinking deep in the golden haze
Lost inside of these autumn days
Ten long tons on a rusted frame
Every mile feels a different game
Copper leaves on the sidewalk floor
I can't find the open harbor door
Oh, I am frozen in the red brick wait
Counting hours by the iron gate
Sinking deep in the golden haze
Lost inside of these autumn days
Driver says that the wind is cold
Stories here are a thousand fold
Watch the clock on the corner wall
Waiting for the winter rain to fall
Shift the gear and I feel the shake
One more turn for a heavy break
Steel and stone and a long haul line
Crossing over on a jagged sign
Silver keys in a shaking hand
Stranger lost in a foreign land
Hard red stone where the tires spin
Let the long haul journey now begin
Oh, I am frozen in the red brick wait
Counting hours by the iron gate
Sinking deep in the golden haze
Lost inside of these autumn days
Red brick wait.
Just a red brick wait.
Roll on home.
