What am I doing here. In such a lonely place?. Birds fly below. I'm high up in my cage. . Wide awake again. Or am I dreaming?. Trains passing by. World spinning 'round my head.
Cold Chicago nights. Chains on your tires. You're digging out snow. . That wind it just ain't right. I've made up my mind. I'm heading home. . Well baby, well, can't you give it time.