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