Wish you were here
riding the trolley car,
scrambling between people who don’t know who you are.
A view of Cathedral catches your eye,
and the big, yellow sun shines bright in the sky.
As the trolley car rolls faster, you get a little scared,
and I notice your shoes, your favorite pair.
The trolley rolls faster, and you grab my hand.
All of a sudden, I begin to feel like a lucky woman.
The green trees and colorful flowers look real nice,
then the air starts to get cold like ice.
I look at the people and see the stares,
but I don’t pay attention because I don’t really care.
You tell me you never want this to end,
while I’m saying in my head, did it ever begin?
Is this real or is it just a dream?
I keep trying to figure out this weird and crazy thing.
Then when you hug me, I know it is real.
Then the cold air fell, and there was no more chill.
I see sparkling water all the way up top,
but I have to get off because I’ve come to my stop.