Uglysuit Chicago
I tried to sleep in the rain,
underneath an acorn tree,
but the drops kept falling,
hitting me,
as I slipped further unconsciously,
into a world of windy dreams.
Into a world of many windy dreams.
And where did I begin
to drift off to that
I think that I can fly.
My mind, I took it to Chicago.
The temperatures dropped to
a stunning three degrees
and I can hardly feel my legs.
Just as I had almost lost my mind completely,
the seas had shown a sign to melt.
I sailed away towards many days.
I sailed away so many ways.
And where did I begin to drift off
to that I think that I can fly.
My mind, I took it to Chicago.
