Из альбома: Yearling XL
Carry me into chicago
Chasing my whisky with skittles
Losing it all just a minute
From the hotel
I think the driver’s been drinking
The heat is on and I’m roasting
Maybe the lake is affecting
My effects
And I am alive
I’m quite surprised
I thought we would die
Somewhere in Winnetka
Singing ooh
I am oblivious, trust me I am surrounded by squalor
The homeless cat on the bridge it Breaks my heart
I have a list of confessions
I will confess I don’t read them
I have the qualities of a lazy mind, someone who
Plays at life
And I am alive…
Carry me into Chicago
Chasing my skittles with conscience
And take a shower with my clothes on