Twelve dollars in the account All debts paid off Jobs vanish Like cheap lipstick On a cheap shirt in the rain I walk across the square Last pack of cigarettes in hand And the laundry ticket I forgot The sun doesn't shine But the birds still sing anyway The tram rattles As an old hope Children laugh somewhere far away Maybe in the park I crossed every day On my way to a job I no longer have Nor the anxiety of that stupid performance review I sit at the bus stop Breathe in the city fumes Not doing well now But barking dogs Make life beautiful Sound of the tram I linger in unfinished dreams Stop bell Like a song someone wrote For my desperate heart Sound of the tram An old metal friend I get on and take The last seat on the left I watch the city passing by Forget the sadness During the golden hour Others go somewhere I walk in circles The driver notices It's my third ride He nods; he understands I see myself through the window Almost smiling Sound of the tram I linger in unfinished dreams Stop bell Like a song someone wrote For my desperate heart Sound of the tram An old metal friend I get on and take The last seat on the left I watch the city passing by Forget the sadness In the golden hour Others go somewhere I walk in circles Others go somewhere I walk in circles ©2025 Lyrics by Cannonfall (ASCAP) Quiet Noise(ASCAP) ✺