Via Chicago

I dreamed about killing you again last night And it felt alright to me Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies I sat and watched you bleed Buried you alive in a fireworks display Raining down on me Your cold, hot blood Ran away from me to the sea I printed my name on the back of a leaf And I watched it float away The hope I had in a notebook full of white dry pages Was all I tried to save But the wind blew me back via Chicago In the middle of the night And all without fight At the crush of veils and starlight I know I'll make it back One of these days and turn on your TV To watch a man with a face like mine Being chased down a busy street When he gets caught I won't get up And I won't go to sleep I'm coming home, I'm coming home Via Chicago Where the cups are cracked and hooked Above the sink, they make me think Crumbling ladder tears don't fall They shine down your shoulders Crawling is screw faster lash I blow it with kisses They rest my head on a pillowy star And a cracked door moon It says I haven't gone too far I'm coming home, I'm coming home I'm coming home via Chicago I'm coming home, I'm coming home I'm coming home Searching for a home, searching for a home Searching for a home via Chicago I'm coming home, I'm coming home