Brick dust on the sidewalk floor
Coffee steam by the open door
Counting shoes in a steady line
Waiting for a better sign
Rusty red water on the street
Counting every single beat
October wind and autumn gold
A story that is never told
Steel pan clicking in the heat
Heavy boots on a concrete beat
Grease on the apron, black and white
Watching for the coming light
Rusty red water on the street
Counting every single beat
October wind and autumn gold
A story that is never told
Iron handle, peeling paint
A heavy heart that's growing faint
Passersby in a hurry now
Wiping sweat from a tired brow
Rusty red water on the street
Counting every single beat
October wind and autumn gold
A story that is never told
Copper pennies in the crack
No one ever coming back
Short jokes told to the regular crowd
The city hum is getting loud
Break the chain and let it go
Feel the river start to flow
Out of the diner, out of the grey
Driving far and far away
Old brick patterns in a row
Watch the orange maple glow
Salty air from the harbor bay
Wash the rusty red away
Rusty red water on the street
Counting every single beat
October wind and autumn gold
A story that is never told
Counting the beat Rusty red water
Just keep driving
Counting the beat