Good Joob Jer Blues

an hour to the city gate

smokestack breaths indiana lakes

under skeletons of trees

floating on the frozen lakes

out in the distance,

i can see the tower rise

an exit from the interstate

in the heart of chicago

three story buildings

cover every block i know

well milwaukee, take me where i need to go

i stepped into an elevator

with some people that i knew

i told them where id like to go

and what did they do

turned around and pushed the button

and everyone walked out

so disjointed again

most of these streets

never made sense

but the wind gets colder

as you get older

with patience thin its hard to wait

standing at the very gate

that drove you here

old midwest

under pale white skies

see the sun

in the car headlights

and ever fields

with known red barns

staring back into your car

i made my way up towards the top

past the people that got out

early on and better for it

but somehow i ignored it

the car was running

and it was time to leave

so disjointed again

most of these streets

never made sense

but the wind feels colder

as you get older

with patience thin its hard to win

standing at the very gate you cant get in

lay out on the open road

shoulda drive across the tracks

what it been a part of

your live hangs on the back

and when you get there

you may pause but you'll go on

so disjointed again

none of these streets

ever made sense

but the wind is colder

now that you are older

patience gone it wont be long

singin' the very song that drove you on

yeah that drove you on