Track 1 of the EP Walk Me Home · 2026
Frost on the Tram Rails, Walk Me Home
“The rails are thin with silver and the first frost has come. Walk me home, and I'll tell you the rest on the way.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · winter jazz · 2:40
Lyrics
The rails are thin with silver The first frost came tonight Your breath is a little cloud In the tram stop light We step on the glittering cobbles Your arm is tucked in mine The cold has made us quiet But the quiet feels fine Walk me home, walk me home Frost on the tram rails, dear Walk me home, walk me home The long way, and slow Every lamp is a small moon Every step a tune Walk me home My gloves are in my pocket I forgot them on the chair You warm my hand in your coat And the night is easy there Walk me home, walk me home Frost on the tram rails, dear Walk me home, walk me home The long way, and slow Every lamp is a small moon Every step a tune Walk me home Let the last tram go It can sleep in its shed We have all the time And a street ahead Walk me home, walk me home Frost on the tram rails, dear Walk me home, walk me home The long way, and slow Every lamp is a small moon Every step a tune Walk me home Walk me home Slow, slow