(ticket to) chigago

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.