Falling Off This Train (In Chicago)

The indie girls have poor complexions

But they vote left in the right elections

And although they sometimes spark erections

Only you earn genuflections

Crowded close, standing in the heat

In old chicago, diggin' the beat

I could have sworn this is where we'd meet

But your vampire heart couldn't stand the sun

So i'm watching band of horses run

Alone, into lake michigan

And i couldn't stand through the mountain goats

Cause his words brought mounds of lumps into my throat

And the colors swirling in the bright van gogh

Had me hoping to hop off the speed boat

Standing on this platform lame

You sucked the part of me that wasn't drained

I'm falling off this train

I would've walked the pier with you

I would've shared my beer with you

Oh, why couldn't i be here with you?

In the town where oprah paints her windows black

I'm talkin' windows -- why you talkin' mac?

I'm smushed into some sweaty dame

Who's half my intellect, and you're to blame

I'm falling off this train

And through the 80,000 indie thighs

I wander wanting to see 2 green eyes

Even a hundred dollar pinot noir

Can't drug my heart from wondering where you are

All other girls are plain

You spilled you mind, and, dear, it left a stain

Yes, i still love you, but i've gone insane

I've fallen off this train