Фоновый джаз, Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Piano, Jazz Music Collection, Jazz Music Collection The Last Tram (Мужской Вокал)

I missed the last tram to the edge of the town
Watching the terrible rain coming down
My overcoat collar is turned to the breeze
I’m walking alone underneath the dead trees.

There's nothing as cold as a city asleep
With promises nobody bothered to keep
I’ll walk through the avenues, walk through the pain
Just a solitary man in the rain.

A flickering neon is painting my face
I’m wandering blindly, I’m out of my place
I thought you would meet me at quarter to ten
But I am a fool for believing again.

There's nothing as cold as a city asleep
With promises nobody bothered to keep
I’ll walk through the avenues, walk through the pain
Just a solitary man in the rain.

The puddles are mirrors reflecting the sky
I don't have the courage to ask myself why.
Just a solitary man...
In the rain...