Nico on the Night Train

Thought I saw you, Nico
From the tram’s back window
Late on last Thursday night
Underneath the street light
From the tram it looked like
You’d been there the whole night
A whisper in the midnight
That vanishes with daylight
December’s cold was calling
And the snow was falling
I thought as I rode back home
«Why was she all alone?»
Nico, you know
I’m not your man, I know that
You can take a stand
On a midnight night tram
A couple weeks slipped us past
On the tram near Dundas
She got on at that stop
And as she sat down I thought
«A lot of friends were talking
About Nico’s late night walking
Lately you’ve been acting funny
Where’d you get that money?»
Nico, you know
I’m not your man, I know that
You can take a stand
On a midnight night tram
I moved a few seats over
And as I brushed her shoulder
She said, «Don't I know you?
Yeah, we had friends in high school!»
And as my stop got closer
I turned my back towards her
I don’t know why I did that
I wish I had told her that
Nico, you know
I’m not your man, I know that
You can take a stand
On a midnight night tram