I'm waiting on the transit
But things aren't what they used to be
I stand here as a tourist
On holiday with destiny
You broke me down to nothing
But I'm still so in awe of you
A quintessential victim
I'm weakest when I'm close to you
Here the people just evaporate right in front of me
Transmissions of much greater things still get through to me
I'm stranded here in nowhere
The middle of eternity
The people say Chicago
A distinction simply lost on me
The storms do well to hide away a stunning sense of apathy
The storms do well to rinse away all the damage that's been done to me
Here the people just evaporate right in front of me
Transmissions of much greater things still get through to me
You turned me into someone I've always known I had to be
A story of redemption, of overcoming everything
