Gas lamps hiss on Beacon Street
Leaves skitter round my tired feet
Brownstone windows hold their light
I walk the perimeter tonight
These bricks remember every step
Old hymns rise from concrete depth
Altos hum in autumn wind
Where sacred sidewalks begin
Copper gutters catch the rain
Acorn caps on window pane
Logbook waits in metal box
I check the locks, I check the clocks
These bricks remember every step
Old hymns rise from concrete depth
Altos hum in autumn wind
Where sacred sidewalks begin
Pigeons roost on Church of Christ
Steam rises where the grate is sliced
Breath makes clouds like incense smoke
Another round, another spoke
These bricks remember every step
Old hymns rise from concrete depth
Altos hum in autumn wind
Where sacred sidewalks begin
Harvard Yard sleeps quiet now
Elm trees bow to winter's vow
My keys sing on their brass ring
A choirboy's forgotten thing
Morning comes in gray and gold
Stories that the bricks have told
Fatigue and euphoria blend
Night shift altar, night shift end
Dawn paints gold on Commonwealth
Day crew arrives to disturb
Logbook signed, my round complete
Brick sidewalks warm beneath my feet
These bricks remember every step
Old hymns rise from concrete depth
Altos hum in autumn wind
Where sacred sidewalks begin
Where sacred sidewalks begin
Flashlight dies in morning air
Boots know every brick laid there
