This is me since yesterday

Didn't I write something on the back of an envelope last night
on the tramcar going home
tired and full of ale
Didn't I swear this is the last time
I'll ride home lonely on a week night
Didn't I dream that dream
I was mobile on four chrome wheels
sitting comfy in the '57 T-Bird body - yellow and white

Or is this another memory misplaced
a day or two too late
It could be Cleveland and I thought it was Texas
and now I don't know where I am or where I was going
All I know is I spent my last coin to board this machine
and it's taking me to all the wrong places

Didn't I wonder when I walked past the fire station
I'd never noticed it reeks of smoke
it never dawned on me
the engines bring home remnants
of the damage they put out

Didn't I think my Buffalo shoes
were making more noise on the sidewalk
than all the soldiers I could imagine
Didn't I hate the way my travels echoed through the night
confirming this town's emptiness

Or is this another memory misplaced
a time or two too late
This could be an old life
or it could be that new one I sneered at the thought of

Doubting that there could ever be life
after death after death after death

Didn't I look into your eyes through the grass
and say I was sorry