Take anyone at all on any day, let’s say the day before the fall.

Strike up the band and maybe load the cannonball. Strike up the band before the fall.

You couldn’t be more wrong than this.

“I got to get away.”

“How ‘bout Chicago, you could be there in a day?”

“What’s in Chicago that the wind won’t blow away?

What’s in Chicago after all?”

You couldn’t be more wrong than this.

The wind it blew before. But not like this, it was much easier before.

You left me standing in front of all the open doors. Come back before too long.

You couldn’t be more wrong than this.