As the streetcar persistently creaks,
The earth around me slightly shutters
Hours turn into days, days turn into weeks
While the streetcar persistently creaks
Hours turn into days, days turn into weeks
As the streetcar persistently creaks
The voices from the open windows mutter
The ground is shaking beneath my feet
The tracks that run along the avenue
Are worn down from years of strain
Around and around; its own tail, it pursues
Electric charge surges through its veins
The voices from the open window mutter
This concrete is worn down from years of strain
With the stories that every crack on the sidewalk stutters
The city is alive all around me; it’s surging through my veins
Hours turn into days, days turn into weeks
The city is alive all around me; it’s surging through my veins
These tracks are worn down, but they show no pain
The ground is shaking beneath my feet
As the streetcar persistently creaks
Melissa, Age 16