★  marissa ★

They sawed the wood they forged the steel,
Steel that was sober, safe and stern.
They gave me rails instead of wheels,
Wheels that could leave and not return.
I have my street I have my hill,
Hill to go up and then come down.
And that's my lot from now until
A dinosaur destroys the town.

I hear that rumble,
I hear that roar.
With one last grumble
I pine like I've pined before
I am a Tram but I long to be, a 500 cc.

So in my tiny Truman Show,
Show where the buildings block the view,
I watch the people come and go,
Going and talking like you do.
I heard of a tree, the king of the trees,
A tree that's as big as a battleship,
Now that would be a sight to see
If I could only get to it.

I hear that rumble,
I hear that roar.
With one last grumble
I pine like I've pined before
I am a Tram but I long to be, a 500 cc.

I'll chug chug chug chug chug
Till I go out with a thud,

Till I go out with a thud.

I hear that rumble,
I hear that roar.
With one last grumble
I pine like I've pined before
I am a Tram but I long to be, a 500 cc.

End