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Track 7 of the album Ice in the Glass · 2012

Streetcar Named Goodnight

by Marcus Bell Quartet

“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