I hopped a train
after my first stepped
we won't talk about that
Had a migraine
half way to Chicago
tried to catch my breath
Ohio, said goodbye
in German, Du buste vie eine der blume en
die vuste;

Made it through Michigan mom,
my bags are by my feet,
Made past Flint, Dad,
Let me talk to mom again
Don't seem too enthralled
to be on the other end

And i paid for the instance
long distance,
saying I missed you,
before I saw Arlington,
Chicago took the feet from me
and he became a memory
I'm sorry I'm not the man you see,
You'd thought you'd see at 20
Sorry I'm not the boy I should be,
carving my name in a tree
sorry its just the two in between
stuck in a dream
sorry its the two of me
and its all I'll ever be

And I've got blisters on my feet
that peel and bleed
from working every beam
dripped from me,
and I'll walk to way back
to bring Chicago back to me,
and bring Chicago back to me
and bring Chicago back to me

I'm never gonna be
a thing,
like how you thought
I oughta be
the only thing
you want for me
is what you thought
I ought to be
the only thing you want for me
is for me to be,
a spitting image
of misery
and you can take a wet dream
the family portraits
less evenly.