You’re a junkie for sympathy,   And don’t you ever forget it.   You wear a mask in the early scenes,   One drink will quickly remove it.   Don’t let them see your soul.      The street car passes my window,   I always wonder where it goes.   The street car lights up my window,   If I jump on it,   Will I go over to his side?      And then he slipped and fell,   And no one helped him up that night,   You should have seen his face.      You’re a junkie for sympathy,   Why can’t you fucking admit it?   He wears a mask in the early scenes.   One night I saw him remove it.   And then I saw his soul.      The street car passes my window,   I always wonder where it goes.   The street car lights up my window,   If I jump on it,   Will I go over to his side?      Let’s pretend this is all for real.   Where would we be without you?   I let you go behind the wheel.   Friends with no one to go turn to.      I’d never change a single road we’ve gone down.   Nothing will ever break you and me.   I’ll never have a song I’d sing without you.   I’ll never forfeit your company.