Chicago

I tried to sleep in the rain, underneath an acorn tree, but the drops kept falling
Hitting me, as I slipped further unconsciously, into a world of windy dreams
Into a world of many windy dreams
And where did I begin to drift off to that I think that I can fly
My mind, I took it to Chicago
The temperatures dropped to a stunning three degrees and I can hardly feel my legs
Just as I had almost lost my mind completely, the seas had shown a sign to melt
I sailed away towards many days. I sailed away so many ways
And where did I begin to drift off to that I think that I can fly
My mind, I took it to Chicago