Rusty can sits on Beacon Hill brick
Autumn wind gives the handle a kick
Leaves pile up round the spout and the base
Time moves slow in this quiet old place
Diner grill cools at four AM
Night shift done, walking home again
Pocket watch says the city sleeps
But this can a promise keeps
Rusty watering can waits it out
Boston bricks know what it's about
Seasons turn but the metal stays
Holding water for autumn days
Rusty watering can waits it out
Morning regulars order eggs over light
Short jokes fly in the fluorescent night
Cook flips hash with a worn spatula wrist
Knows each story that the pavement missed
Diner grill cools at four AM
Night shift done, walking home again
Pocket watch says the city sleeps
But this can a promise keeps
Rusty watering can waits it out
Boston bricks know what it's about
Seasons turn but the metal stays
Holding water for autumn days
Rusty watering can waits it out
Cobblestones drink the mist off the Charles
History stacked in uneven parcels
Can remembers the gardens it fed
Before the rust turned its mouth to red
Rusty watering can waits it out
Boston bricks know what it's about
Seasons turn but the metal stays
Holding water for autumn days
Rusty watering can waits it out
Truck rumbles past on Cambridge Street
Shakes the leaves off the can's cold feet
But it don't flinch, just holds its ground
Like the line cook who don't make a sound
Rusty watering can waits it out
Boston bricks know what it's about
Seasons turn but the metal stays
Holding water for autumn days
Rusty watering can waits it out
Winter's coming with salt and with sand
But the can was made by a steady hand
It'll still be here when the snow melts through
Waiting for spring and a job to do
Rusty watering can waits it out
Boston bricks know what it's about
Seasons turn but the metal stays
Holding water for autumn days
Rusty watering can waits it out
Yeah it waits it out
Coffee's cold but the shift is done
Can still shines in the morning sun
