Track Insight / Lyrics
Morning fog clings to the Charles River bend
Your waders dry on a fire escape end
Taxi queue hums at the Custom House Tower
You count the gulls by the morning hour
Coffee steam rises from a paper cup
You've caught the light before the sun comes up
Cobblestones slick with the overnight rain
Tourists pose where the freight trains ran
Your graphite rod taps against the rail
A striper's ghost on a winding trail
The meter drops as I pull away
You'll still be casting at end of day
Sidewalk angler, casting on the brick
No tide chart tells you where to pick
The city bites on a silver spoon
You reel in moonlight by afternoon
Sidewalk angler, line drawn tight
Boston sleeps but you chase the light
Brown leaves gather at Faneuil Hall steps
You tie a fly while the harbor sleeps
Clouser minnow, chartreuse and white
Flash of silver in fading light
My dispatcher curses the afternoon grid
You've got the patience that money hid
Sidewalk angler, casting on the brick
No tide chart tells you where to pick
The city bites on a silver spoon
You reel in moonlight by afternoon
Sidewalk angler, line drawn tight
Boston sleeps but you chase the light
Old North Church steeple watches your cast
Three hundred years of winter past
Paul Revere never saw this scene
A fisherman where no water's been
But the bricks hold current, the mortar holds deep
Promises the harbor couldn't keep
Dusk settles heavy on Atlantic Ave
Your creel stays empty but you don't leave
A tourist asks if you've caught a thing
You smile like winter forgetting spring
Son, the catch ain't what you think it is
Wind cuts sharp off the harbor's hiss
Headlights sweep Long Wharf's wooden pier
Your shadow stretches, the coast is clear
One last cast where the pilings rot
A habit thicker than any knot
The meter's off, my shift is done
You've caught the night before the sun
Sidewalk angler, casting on the brick
No tide chart tells you where to pick
The city bites on a silver spoon
You reel in moonlight by afternoon
Sidewalk angler, line drawn tight
Boston sleeps but you chase the light
Line goes slack on the midnight brick
Sidewalk angler, caught the click
