It hums along the waking street
Where coffee steams and snowflakes meet
Each stop a breath a life a name
Yet all aboard we move the same
A child stares out with open eyes
At towers bright in soft sunrise
Beside her strangers sit and smile
Together here if just a while
The driver tips his cap with pride
He knows the routes the dreams that ride
And though the city rarely sleeps
The streetcar holds what morning keeps
O Canada your pulse is found
In every journey homeward bound
And in these rails that gently glide
Your heart beats strong on every side