I catch you more and more these days Just sitting there with a blank stare "Are you okay?" I ask before I go
It's the same yesterday, next week, last year
I miss the days hearing trams roll on down cownhayne lane Before journels on health and notes on decay I miss the days
As it ripped the insides from your world Buried everything you worked to preserve If only I more a man less a boy I'd have stood and took my turn
I miss the days hearing trams roll on down cownhayne lane Before journels on health and notes on decay
(I miss the days)
The trams still roll on Tracks down cownhayne lane I miss the days When you used to hear them roll everyday I miss the days Before journals on health And notes on decay