Odes to Joy

Odes to Poncey-Highland · Track 11 · middle

The BeltLine Hums

The BeltLine Eastside Trail along the neighborhood's edge — the old railroad corridor reborn as a ribbon of joggers, cyclists, murals, and new life stitching the eastside together.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, hear it rolling.

[Verse 1]
There’s a ribbon cutting right through the clay
Where the freight cars used to rattle all day
Now it’s rubber tires humming on the concrete path
Leaving all that rusted iron in the past
From the edge of Irwin Street up to 10th
You can feel the whole city catching its breath
Strollers and the spokes spinning into the sun
Look at everybody out on the run

[Chorus]
The BeltLine hums, oh the BeltLine spins
Watch the murals fly by where the bridge begins
Stitching up the eastside, drawing the crowd
Since 2012, we’ve been rolling it out
Yeah, the old rail corridor is beating like a drum
Listen to the BeltLine hum

[Verse 2]
Got the Tiny Doors hiding by the underpass block
Got the skyline rising up over the walk
Passing by the market where the shadows stretch down
Every pair of sneakers is mapping the town
We’re moving on the loop where the kudzu used to crawl
Waking up the gravel by the retaining wall
Pedal to the pavement, catching that breeze
Dodging the scooters and the slow-rolling wheels

[Chorus]
The BeltLine hums, oh the BeltLine spins
Watch the murals fly by where the bridge begins
Stitching up the eastside, drawing the crowd
Since 2012, we’ve been rolling it out
Yeah, the old rail corridor is beating like a drum
Listen to the BeltLine hum

[Bridge]
It’s a river of neighbors, a current of friends
Where the old steel stops and the new life begins
We’re walking shoulder to shoulder in the Georgia heat
Tracing the lines where the neighborhoods meet

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
The BeltLine hums, oh the BeltLine spins
Watch the murals fly by where the bridge begins
Stitching up the eastside, drawing the crowd
Since 2012, we’ve been rolling it out
Yeah, the old rail corridor is beating like a drum
Listen to the BeltLine hum

[Outro]
Keep rolling, keep riding
Through the bridges and the blooms
Listen to the BeltLine hum
Yeah, just let the tires spin until you finally find the place you’re meant to go
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