You check the gauges cold and clear
Boston breathes beneath your sphere
Brick ribs curve through fallen gold
History in mortar told
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
Guard the path where footsteps calm
No congregation just the wind
You hold the line where seasons end
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
Red leaves clog the intake vents now
Iron lungs inhale the scent
Cobblestones remember shoes
You watch the horizon bruise
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
Guard the path where footsteps calm
No congregation just the wind
You hold the line where seasons end
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
Steam rises from the manholes deep
While the city falls to sleep
Your fingers trace the switchgear cold
Each bolt a prayer your hands hold
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
Guard the path where footsteps calm
No congregation just the wind
You hold the line where seasons end
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
Dawn breaks across the Zakim cables
Turbines wake on steady tables
Sidewalk wears its crown of time
You sing the edges into rhyme
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
Guard the path where footsteps calm
No congregation just the wind
You hold the line where seasons end
Thruster hum becomes a psalm
