Track Insight / Lyrics
Morning light hits Beacon Street bricks
Watering can rests on cold iron sticks
Red oxide blooms on galvanized skin
Autumn wind lets the rust begin
Coffee steam curls through the diner air
Short-order jokes cut through despair
The regulars know every crack and stain
This city's hurt won't wash with rain
Rust on Beacon, waiting out the fall
Brick sidewalk remembers it all
Watering can holds what the sky lets go
Patina deep where the seasons flow
Maple leaves clog the storm drain grate
History etched in the city's slate
Can's spout clogged with last spring's bloom
Waiting out the November gloom
Coffee steam curls through the diner air
Short-order jokes cut through despair
The regulars know every crack and stain
This city's hurt won't wash with rain
Rust on Beacon, waiting out the fall
Brick sidewalk remembers it all
Watering can holds what the sky lets go
Patina deep where the seasons flow
Grill marks sear the morning bread
Fry cook scratches his unshaved head
Sees the can through plate glass wide
Metal heart with nowhere to hide
Rust on Beacon, waiting out the fall
Brick sidewalk remembers it all
Watering can holds what the sky lets go
Patina deep where the seasons flow
Tourist shots miss the quiet grace
Time-stamped decay in a hurried pace
But the cook knows what the metal keeps
Promises buried in winter sleeps
Rust on Beacon, waiting out the fall
Brick sidewalk remembers it all
Watering can holds what the sky lets go
Patina deep where the seasons flow
Night shift ends, the grill goes cold
Story of the can gets told
Apron hung on the wooden hook
One more cup before the cook
Rust on Beacon, waiting out the fall
Brick sidewalk remembers it all
Watering can holds what the sky lets go
Patina deep where the seasons flow
Rust on Beacon, standing through it all
Steam rises, the can stays put
Dawn breaks where the rust bones sit