You stand where the old city sleeps
The red brick is a promise it keeps
The autumn wind cuts through your wool coat
A salty breeze from a harbor boat
Hold the line on the cobblestone way
Wait for the light of a cold winter day
Keep the watch while the city lights glow
Walk the beat where the river winds slow
You spot every crack in the clay
The tourists have all gone away
The coffee is black in your tin cup
You wait for the morning to wake up
Hold the line on the cobblestone way
Wait for the light of a cold winter day
Keep the watch while the city lights glow
Walk the beat where the river winds slow
A stray cat slips past your heavy boot
The maple tree drops a gold colored fruit
You check on the lock of the iron gate
A man in a hurry is running late
Hold the line on the cobblestone way
Wait for the light of a cold winter day
Keep the watch while the city lights glow
Walk the beat where the river winds slow
The frost turns the sidewalk to silver glass
You watch all the midnight taxi cabs pass
Your flashlight cuts through the October haze
You count down the hours of these lonely days
Hold the line on the cobblestone way
Wait for the light of a cold winter day
Keep the watch while the city lights glow
Walk the beat where the river winds slow
Just one more hour.
The bricks don't lie.
Keep the watch.
