Streetcar Toasts

(oooh-yeah) The opener got three songs,

now he's raising up a plastic cup Staring out the window while

the meter keeps on running up This rideshare took the long way

through the rain and streetlights Chasing after grandeur under cold urban sights

Suspended in the backseat,

watching shadows bend

Is this where the hustle starts or where the stories end?

We find our gold in a subway spot

Underneath the arches where the pavement's hot This street-corner grandeur is all

we got Yeah, it's all we got

Toasting to the buskers playing standards in the freezing dark Dreaming of

a stage that's wider than this public park Plastic cup is empty,

but the feeling's real and raw No regrets for all the detours

that we never saw

Street-corner grandeur...