Joan Jett of Arc

I've been listening to Clem Snide the past few days in the car.  This morning, Joan Jett of Arc came on.

I've never understood this song, but it's always filled me with an inexplicable, sentimental longing for something.  Never anything in particular, usually some vague sense of a lost time and place that I'd love to get back to.

The delivery of this particular lyric (2:50 below, but don't just skip ahead or you'll ruin the mood) is always the most strangely evocative to me.  Is there a word for something that's both lugubrious and hopeful?  That's the word I need here.
And the train tracks
Like stitches skidding bicycle tires

Eef, if you happen to have a Google Alert set up for "Clem Snide" (who doesn't?), and you find yourself reading this, I'd love to know what you had in mind when you wrote this.  My e-mail address is over there on the right.