The Great Conversion: Warehouses to Lofts

Lyrics

[Intro]Empty windows on Walker Street.Just the ghost of a train's heartbeat.Burlap dust and coal-fired heat,left behind on a dead-end street.Nineteen eighty-nine, say goodnight.Turn out the last flickering light.[Verse 1]They said it was over, a final chapter.Just brick and silence, nothing after.But some of us saw a different rafter.Heard a new kind of laughter.Dan Price had the plans, he had the keys.Whispering to the old-growth treesthat held up the ceilings, the heartwood pine.Said, "Your second act is gonna be divine."[Chorus]We took the hammers to the plaster walls!Let the sunlight answer freedom's calls!From loading docks to gallery halls,ignoring all the warning calls.The Great Conversion, a beautiful sound!Turning this whole forgotten town around!Brick by brick, from the sky to the ground.This is the new life that we found.[Verse 2]We found the ghost signs, faded and deep.Secrets the silent decades keep.Coca-Cola promises, buried in sleep.Woke them up from the rubble heap.Pulled the boards from the freight elevator cage,turned a brand new, historical page.Kept the iron, kept the gears, kept the bones.Just gave them new stories, gave them new homes.[Chorus]We took the hammers to the plaster walls!Let the sunlight answer freedom's calls!From loading docks to gallery halls,ignoring all the warning calls.The Great Conversion, a beautiful sound!Turning this whole forgotten town around!Brick by brick, from the sky to the ground.This is the new life that we found.[Bridge]The smell of grease turned to plaster dust.The whine of the saw was a sacred trust.Then came the coffee, the painter's musk.From the morning's dawn to the evening's dusk.The Hottle Building lit up the night.An artist's studio, burning bright.We made our patios where the trucks used to wait.Yeah, we opened up a brand new gate.[Outro]From warehouses to lofts!Yeah, warehouses to lofts!A new pulse, beating soft then strong.This is where we belong.This is where we all belong.