I catch you more and more these days
Just sitting there with a blank stare
Are you okay

I ask before I go

It's the same yesterday, next week, last year


I miss the days hearing trams roll on down cown hayne lane
Before journals on health and notes on decay

I miss the days

As it ripped the insides from your world

Buried everything you worked to preserve
If only I more a man less a boy I'd have stood and took my turn


I miss the days hearing trams roll on down cown hayne lane
Before journals on health and notes on decay


The trams still roll on
Tracks down cown hayne lane
I miss the days

When you used to hear them roll everyday
I miss the days
Before journals on health

And notes on decay