You spot the case on the brick
The autumn air is cold and thick
A polished shell of cherry red
Where old forgotten notes are fed
Hold the bow and feel the string
Wait for the winter wind to sing
Close your eyes and hear the sound
Lost upon the frozen ground
The sidewalk stones are worn and grey
You watch the city drift away
A single lens to catch the light
Before the day turns into night
Hold the bow and feel the string
Wait for the winter wind to sing
Close your eyes and hear the sound
Lost upon the frozen ground
The varnish peels in golden strips
A salty taste upon your lips
The bus is idling down the street
While leather soles and gravel meet
Hold the bow and feel the string
Wait for the winter wind to sing
Close your eyes and hear the sound
Lost upon the frozen ground
You snap a shot of rusted wire
The maple wood a dormant fire
A ghost of music in the air
Left for a stranger's lonely stare
Walk away from the harbor wall
Watch the orange maple leaves fall
Pack the film in a velvet bag
Let the heavy anchor now drag
The city hums a steady beat
You leave the instrument on the seat
A red wood box in the autumn haze
Lost in a winding urban maze
Hold the bow and feel the string
Wait for the winter wind to sing
Close your eyes and hear the sound
Lost upon the frozen ground
Keep the frame, keep it still.
Red wood glow on the hill.
