Electric Trolley: A Ride to the Future

Lyrics

Before you, the sound was muscle and leather.
The slow pull of a mule in the August weather.
Then Joel Hurt drew a line with a confident hand.
A new kind of nerve across the red clay land.
February, eighteen eighty-nine.
A spark caught the wire on the Atlanta and Edgewood line.
A ride to the future, a whisper on the rail.
The ozone smell that tells a different tale.
A clean, electric glide, leaving the dust behind.
Changing the shape of the city in my mind.
The spark from the pole is the only star I find.
Some people looked up and only saw a mess.
A spiderweb of copper, they confessed.
But I saw the pattern, the promise in the air.
A map of tomorrow strung from here to there.
From the noise of downtown to a quieter affair.
On Euclid, on Edgewood, a life beyond compare.
A ride to the future, a whisper on the rail.
The ozone smell that tells a different tale.
A clean, electric glide, leaving the dust behind.
Changing the shape of the city in my mind.
The spark from the pole is the only star I find.
He said it would open up a country of beauty.
A place for a porch, a life outside of duty.
And you were the current, the steady, beating heart.
That let us be together and let us be apart.
A five-cent miracle, a brand new start.
The bell clangs once for the curve ahead.
Down to the barn on DeKalb, the journey's read.
The hum settles low, the city lights burn red.
And a new world is put to bed.