Girl On The Tram

I see you standing there, Girl on the tram

your legs like rails run into an unknown land

But you don’t even know who I am

Girl on the tram

We might be together in a fairy tale

We could swim with the dolphins

Or even ride a whale

But I am no merman

Girl on the tram

Now I have to admit that you don’t know me well

I could be the man from U.N.C.L.E. and you couldn’t tell

But I get the idea that we could still make a plan

Girl on the tram

Maybe we’ll have babies

Or buy a big old house

We’d inoculate the dog for rabies

And lay a trap for a rat or mouse

But that’s just a plan

Girl on the tram

Maybe you’re the niece of a king or queen

Maybe you don’t say exactly what you mean

But Girl on the tram

You’re the girl of my dream

Perhaps I forgot to mention a few lines back

But I’m actually an outlaw wanted down the track

So, you better know it now, that I’m a man on the lam

But it don’t matter anyhow, Girl on the tram

I guess we could have a good life together

You could raise the kids to be birds of a feather

And if it seems to stand

I can give you my hand

And we’ll run off together

Girl on the Tram

I guess I won’t make a bad husband

Maybe I’d drink or gamble

But its no different to any other outlaw man

Born to be a wanderer, born to ramble

Some day I’ll have to leave you

Because they’ll find out who I am

But we can hook up later when I’m out of trouble

Girl on the tram

Then I’ll straighten out and get back on the wagon

I’ll be you St George and slay the dragon

And you can be assured, that I’ve done battle and won

All my critics be damned, all but for you

Girl on the tram

Maybe we’ll go out to a fancy restaurant

You’ll tell me what you need

And I’ll give you what you want

I’m not saying for certain, just making an assertion

Girl on the tram

Now I think my stops approaching, so I better be quick

Its hard to begin broaching, and the subject doesn’t stick

Maybe you’ll be fed up with the way that I am

Girl on the tram

There’s only one stop remaining, and my heart begins to sink

Won’t you stop complaining about the amount that I drink!

Your father always told you, that you couldn’t trust a beatnik

So, I’ll maybe blame him for our moveable picnic

You can see who I am

Girl on the tram

Well I guess its time, I’ll be leaving

The doors are open, I wish there was more believing

On your side – if you’d only spoken,

Just let me know how you’re feeling

Or if I can explain

It’s about communication, again and again

But now I’ll say farewell

and leave you without pain

It might be in vain, but I can

Girl on the tram