wouldn't you call the Mississippi river

an ocean if you never saw

the real one off the coast of California

in the middle of a rainy fall

wouldn't you know I loved you

just from the look that's left in my eyes

wouldn't you want somebody

to tell you when they're leaving without surprise

wouldn't you call our love the windy city

if the only seas you sailed were calm

or was i the fool just hoping

that the storm was a breezy day all along

wouldn't you call the sky some other land

if you didn't know what was above

and do you really know anything

you haven't been taught or told or pushed to love