Your mother loves a man who took your face and cut your spine got a baseball bat in hand to make him pay for your lost time
on the tram I saw a boy, laughing, lounging and terrified on the battlefield he picks up his heels 'cause speed's what keeps him alive on the inside
To your father you're a curse how could you let your country down? And it just kept getting worse so you bought a van and ditched that town
On the tram I saw a man, 6'4 and back again got a scar across his cheek I wish I knew where he had been but I just met him on the tram
From your skinny legs to the smoke on your breath from the one missing eye to the bottle of death From your looming shadow to your booming roar to your stern looking friend who survived the war from your hard hat and goggles to your shovel and boots to the woman in the back all quiet and mute I've seen you before and I'll see you again You're not quite a stranger but you're not quite a friend
On the tram that day I saw someone I won't soon forget what a shock to see them at all I almost wish we'd never met