Track 7 of the album Ice in the Glass · 2012
Streetcar Named Goodnight
“The platform is empty and a newspaper is the only one still travelling. It's about the loneliness of good transport at the end of the day.”
jazz · west coast jazz · torch jazz · 4:05
Lyrics
The late shift sweeps the platform clean A newspaper turns in the wind The clock above the ticket booth Says the night is wearing thin I fold my coat across my knees And I watch the windows glow One more ride before the dark Has anywhere to go Say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight To the lamps along the line Say goodnight to every stranger Who was kind to me this time The bell rings soft, the wheels roll slow And the city starts to doze Say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Where the quiet river flows A sailor sleeps against the glass A nurse is reading something sweet A boy holds a paper bag of bread And hums along with the street Nobody asks where we are bound We just nod and let it be The tram keeps all our secrets Like a friend who will not speak Say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight To the lamps along the line Say goodnight to every stranger Who was kind to me this time The bell rings soft, the wheels roll slow And the city starts to doze Say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Where the quiet river flows And if I miss my stop tonight Well, the last stop is a friend A hush, a bench, a streetlight And the sound of a day's end The doors fold open on my street The rain has come and gone I step down into silver air And the tram sings its last song Say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight To the lamps along the line Say goodnight to every stranger Who was kind to me this time The bell rings soft, the wheels roll slow And the city starts to doze Say goodnight, goodnight, goodnight And the whole wide world is closed Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight