It's a snowy night, the cops shut down the freeway

big men in plows are out carving up the streets

Below them, jammed on a subway,

I'm with two hundred over-dressed strangers

brushing snow off coats and shoulders

kicking snow off dress shoe feet



chorus:

You live six miles down this trolley car's trail

up above the red line, where the street musicians wail

Where Baby, we used to chase down coffee

on the sidewalk take in tunes

We'd drink in the waning hours

till we polished off the moon

Who knew the moon would fail

above the trolley car trail