I was mesmerized
by the days gone by
That you and I
Were once you and I
Did you know that there’s street racing on Lower Wacker drive?
Japanese and American cars—
No ceilings, no walls just a free for all
I can’t help but feel somewhat like my body answered the call
But somehow they sealed me up with two man-made walls
And I was like
When’s it gonna be my turn?
When’s it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, until I tell you a lie
In Chicago is where I’m going to die.
There’s a girl who sings “Hotel California”
Not because she loves the notes or the sounds that sound like Florida
It’s because she’s in a world preserved, only a few have found the door
It’s like I’m a Cadillac, standing, holding still, like a lilac
I’m glad you liked that.
And I’m like
When’s it gonna be my turn?
When’s it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, until I tell you a lie
In Chicago is where I’m going to die.
I just wish I had a friend like you, someone to get me by
Leaning in my back, whispering in my ear,
“Come on, baby, you can drive”
But I can’t
I haven’t had my license since 1995.
When’s it gonna be my turn?
When’s it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself
Open me up, tell me you like it
Fuck me to death, until I tell you a lie
In Chicago is where I’m going to die.
Did you know that there’s street racing on Lower Wacker drive?
And I was mesmerized
By the days gone by
I hope you remember that you and I
Were once you and I
In Chicago.
(For Michael Paul and Dustin Pritzker, when I saw them at the same time in Chicago on Lower Wacker)
