Brick paths hold the autumn chill
Old wheels standing perfectly still
Red paint peeling off the side
Nowhere left for us to ride
Resting where the red bricks lay
Waiting for a different day
Iron heavy, cold and deep
While the city falls asleep
Copper leaves on rusted steel
Time has broken every wheel
Boston wind is blowing cold
Stories that were never told
Resting where the red bricks lay
Waiting for a different day
Iron heavy, cold and deep
While the city falls asleep
Salt air lingers in the grain
Wash away the summer rain
Faded lines of charcoal grey
Watch the people walk away
Resting where the red bricks lay
Waiting for a different day
Iron heavy, cold and deep
While the city falls asleep
Heavy loads are long since gone
Waiting for a distant dawn
Steady as a beacon light
Keeping watch throughout the night
Metal groans against the stone
Feeling heavy and alone
One last look at golden trees
Swaying in the salty breeze
Rusty bolts and weathered wood
Right here where the engine stood
Quiet as a winter shore
Freight cars don't move anymore
Resting where the red bricks lay
Waiting for a different day
Iron heavy, cold and deep
While the city falls asleep
Red iron rest.
Red iron rest.