Harmonicas and Trams

On a tree-lined route

Looking out on wasteland

Treated to a one-man show on a tram

Just harmonica

No peripherals, no band

Just harmonica, just a man



In another time

You were reaching for my hand

It was all I could do to try and understand

You were miserable

I couldn't figure out my role

Couldn't find the words to let you know



Little kid

Looking across the tram

Wonders what I'm writing on my hand

The words to a song

Inspired by the man, harmonicas, and trams



I saw you crying and I couldn't help

I saw you crying and I couldn't help

I saw you crying and I couldn't help but cry, too, myself