(Ticket To) Chigago

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.