Track 6 of the EP Walk Me Home · 2026
Spring Rain on the Sunday Tram
“Warm rain on the Sunday tram and the windows fogged up. It's the last song on the record because it's where we always end up.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · rainy-night bossa · nostalgic jazz · 3:03
Lyrics
Warm rain on the Sunday tram Windows fogged by the afternoon A girl with a book on her lap Humming half a tune Spring rain on the Sunday tram Softly tapping the roof like a friend I don't mind where the tracks may go I don't need the ride to end Spring rain on the Sunday tram Blossom petals stuck to the glass I'm thinking of someone far away And how the warm days pass A man with a bunch of tulips Holds them close against the rain Someone's waiting at the end of the line I hope she's waiting just the same Spring rain on the Sunday tram Softly tapping the roof like a friend I don't mind where the tracks may go I don't need the ride to end Spring rain on the Sunday tram Blossom petals stuck to the glass I'm thinking of someone far away And how the warm days pass Every stop is a little goodbye Every bell is a quiet hello The city slides by like a memory Slow, slow, slow Spring rain on the Sunday tram Softly tapping the roof like a friend I don't mind where the tracks may go I don't need the ride to end Spring rain on the Sunday tram Blossom petals stuck to the glass I'm thinking of someone far away And how the warm days pass Sunday tram Spring rain