Krog Street Market: Feast on the Edge

Lyrics

[Intro]
Right here. At the southern edge.
Where Inman Park gives way to the rails, reborn as a path.
Come on, let's go inside.
The noise is different in here.
A living thing.

[Verse 1]
Just look up. See the bones of this place.
High ceilings holding a century of echoes.
The old red brick, the heavy steel beams.
If you squint at the wall outside, by the tracks...
The ghost of a sign still clings to the mortar.
"Atlanta Stove Works."
Eighteen eighty-nine.
They say Charles Palmer built it to last.
He was right.

[Chorus]
But the air has changed.
They traded the smell of coal smoke for roasting coffee and ramen broth.
They traded the clang of hammered iron for the clink of a wine glass.
This hall used to forge the stoves to warm a city.
Now it just serves the feast.
A different kind of fire.
A different kind of heat.

[Verse 2]
The big doors are always open now.
Letting the BeltLine spill in.
The cyclists and the strollers, the dogs on their leashes.
Everyone hungry for something.
Over there, the sizzle of burgers on a flat top.
Here, the bright sweet scent of Jeni's ice cream.
A thousand conversations under one roof.
A new purpose, born in November, two thousand fourteen.

[Chorus]
Yeah, the air has changed.
They traded the smell of coal smoke for roasting coffee and ramen broth.
They traded the clang of hammered iron for the clink of a wine glass.
This hall used to forge the stoves to warm a city.
Now it just serves the feast.
A different kind of fire.
A different kind of heat.

[Bridge]
I wonder if the ghosts of the foundry men are still here.
Watching all this life swarm across their factory floor.
This beautiful, hungry noise.
It’s like that tunnel down the street, you know? The Krog Street Tunnel.
Always a new layer of paint. A new voice over the old ones.
A story that never sits still.
That man, George Banks, he said it best: "It fits right in."

[Outro]
Come on.
Let's find a spot by the window.
Watch the whole city roll by on two wheels.
The old ghosts and the new flavors, you and me.
All here together. Now.