Raymond and the Wires

My eyes have seen the trolley bus on her pneumatic tires
 Vamping down the high road, drinking from the wires
 My eyes have seen the trolley bus, her rivets and her wheels
 Sinking electricity, I wonder how that feels
 I wonder
 My eyes have seen the trolley bus in 1964
 I caught one with my father he climbed through the back door
 We couldn't sit upstairs because my father's leg was bad
 He spoke to me behind the glass, he was a lonesome Dad
 My eyes have seen the trolley bus, the silent way she moves
 You miss the love you've never had the needle skips the grooves
 I never knew my father close, although I took him in
 He travels round beside me now, he goes everywhere I've been
 I wonder
 I wonder
 My eyes have seen the trolley bus