Copper leaves on a salted street
Old leather on a rhythmic beat
Counting bricks by a rusted gate
Winter wind makes the evening late
Silver lens in a shaking hand
Capturing a lonely stretch of land
Flash of light on a woolen coat
Writing a secret, handwritten note
Walk the line on the red brick road
Carry the weight of a heavy load
Step by step through the autumn haze
Lost in the gold of the shorter days
Salt air clings to a weathered skin
Where the stories of the tide begin
Ten thousand miles in a single stride
Nowhere left for a ghost to hide
Walk the line on the red brick road
Carry the weight of a heavy load
Step by step through the autumn haze
Lost in the gold of the shorter days
Click of the shutter, a frozen frame
A face in the crowd without a name
One more mile till the harbor light
Bleeds into the velvet of the night
Cigarette smoke in a cloudy swirl
A runaway boy and a wide open world
Slowing down for the old man's pace
Reading the map on a wrinkled face
Steel gray sky over Boston bay
Watching the colors all fade to gray
A steady walk and a steady heart
Where the ending and the beginning start
Walk the line on the red brick road
Carry the weight of a heavy load
Step by step through the autumn haze
Lost in the gold of the shorter days
One more step on the red brick stone.
Walking home, walking home alone.
