Overhead, I see footprints, across the velvet sky
The lasting prints,where you have trode
I watch them drift on by

Out on the docks, by the Back Bay, under the Boston night
I see them clearly, dabbed in gray
Splayed in the dime twilight

Tracks laying out the hallowed roads, on which you've firmly marched
Marking the path for all to see
The bridge that you have arched

Across the land and sea you walked, with prints left from your feet
Across the skyline left to right
Across the earth complete