He walks the gray cobblestone
Inside the cold dawn alone
The city is frozen in blue
Waiting for something kind and new
Counting the steps in the square
Cold metal chill in the air
Waiting for coffee to brew
Counting the steps until two
His eyes are like lenses of glass
Watching the early hours pass
The lanterns are flickering low
He tracks where the heavy winds blow
Counting the steps in the square
Cold metal chill in the air
Waiting for coffee to brew
Counting the steps until two
He counts every crack in the street
The rhythm of tired old feet
The cinema reels in his head
Spinning a silver thin thread
Counting the steps in the square
Cold metal chill in the air
Waiting for coffee to brew
Counting the steps until two
The cafe shutters are tight
Hidden away from the light
He measures the space in his mind
Leaving the darkness behind
The iron gates open wide
The morning floods in like a tide
The tension breaks with a sound
He finally stands on new ground
The first black espresso is poured
The peace that he sought is restored
The counting is over and done
Under the rise of the sun
Counting the steps in the square
Cold metal chill in the air
Waiting for coffee to brew
Counting the steps until two
One, two, three, four
Open the door
Counting no more
