Outside of the Snow

I've flown up, grown up, owned up to The wrongs that I have done It seems that between me and you Well, I'm the only one You cower at the thought of pain And say you hate the sight So when your efforts die in vain Who was really right? Looking at you, day to day It's hard not to notice Life keeps getting in the way To help you lose your focus So darling, when you're ready, give a call Until then, babe, don't bother trying at all You carry so much on your mind But still refuse a hand The more I learn about your kind The less I understand Last night I had the strangest dream I ever dreamed before Cos you were you, but didn't seem As distant anymore Looking at you, all I see Is cheap imitation While some her flattery She prefers complacence So darling, when you're ready, give a call Until then, babe, don't bother trying at all

So the rain has ceased But the mud's increased And it's plastered on my boots While the ways to clean Number many, it may seem That I'm opting for pair number two If I spy, again, Silver clouds rolling in Well, you know just what I need Head into the square And I'll come back home prepared In my hands, holding pair number three Don't you think those boots are dead and gone Cos although the mud is hardened on I have given each pair to someone Who will care for them more than I do If I'm caught one day In the pouring rain And that good old storefront's locked Well, you know I'm keen And I've got me a machine So I'll be walking home wearing socks

It wasn't much too long ago That I walked out and made a journey up the road It becomes a dream the longer it seems to go It seems the things that you desire They've had a bearing over what has conspired But if you told that to me, I'd've called you a liar So my dear, I would love for you to tell Everything in me you notice in yourself Would you've found it had I been somebody else? No, no I wonder all too often now If you're not searching, can you ever be found Do you see yourself or somebody else around So my dear, still the course is apt to change By those near to me and those I've lost in name Altered by a breath from years and miles away, oh yeah, oh yeah Will the people that surround me Ever wonder why they found me Oh my father, oh my mother Oh my sister, will they wonder

Riding on a train and passing through the station Don't know my location or my destination I'm one of the few Got nothing to do Cos here I am, a-thinking again Windows fogging up, I'm sure outside it's freezing Here inside the train car, I don't feel the season Outside of the snow I wouldn't have known Cos here I am, a-thinking again We romanticize, idealize, and fantasize daily But I find we don't realize how romantic the mundane is Now I can't complain I still feel the same Cos here I am, a-thinking again People standing up, the platform soon approaches Now I question methods of my locomotion How far have I come? What should I have done? Well, here I am, a-thinking again

When I was in Chicago Town The concrete swallowed up the ground And steel talked weather with the clouds While they held rain and sent it down A-soaking all Chicago Town While I was drenched, I had to view The scene on Michigan Avenue And Clark and State and Wacker, too Along the lake and river blue To do what true Chicagoans do Well I met someone's boss's boss Who on the El was hopping off When doors were closing at the stop I had to taste his bag of stock So maybe next time I'll just walk I met a girl, she showed me how To feel up when I'm feeling down I placed my boots upon the ground And in the silence of the crowd She made me love Chicago Town