Into It. Over It. Chikeygo
I should be driving to Milwaukee,
but my keys can't find you,
singing "Lean On Me" in the back of a taxicab.
Totally helpless and completely unprepared for this,
we'll stick it to a city we can call home eventually.
I know I seem upset,
but the mailman can wait.
We've held a date stuffing dollars in a piggybank;
A tape-deck preview of about six months from now
to a Logan Square apartment near Peggy's house.
We'll talk about culture shock,
saved up the chords to share
with brothers and sisters from different mothers
in your living room.
So thanks for this metronome to keep the beat steady in your time zone.
and keep a record of the songs i haven't thought of yet.
I know I seem upset,
but the mailman can wait.
We've held a date stuffing dollars in a piggybank;
A tape-deck preview of about six months from now
to a Logan Square apartment near Peggy's house.
But until then, I'll just keep myself busy singing with my eyes closed.
I've been busy singing with my eyes closed.
I've been busy singing with my eyes closed.
I've been busy singing with my eyes closed.
I've been busy singing with my eyes closed.
I've been busy singing with my eyes closed.
I've been busy singing with my eyes closed.
I've been busy singing with my eyes closed.
