Via Chicago

I dreamed about killin' you again last night

And it felt alright to me

Dyin' on the banks of Embarcadero skies

I sat and watched you bleed

Buried you alive in a fireworks display

Rainin' 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 say

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 comin' home, I'm comin' home

Via Chicago

Where the cups are cracked and hooked above the sink

They make me think

Crumblin' ladder tears don't fall, they shine

Down your shoulders

And crawling is screw faster lash

I blow it with kisses

I rest my head on a pillowy star

And a cracked door moon that says I haven't gone too far

I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home

I'm comin' home via Chicago

Comin' home, comin' home

Comin' home

Searchin' for a home

Searchin' for a home

Searchin' for a home via Chicago

I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home