I ran away to the city
Had to search for the finer things
Found my place in the Midwest
Learned to pull my weight
Chicago in bags and boxes
My life on the floor
And all of uptown felt like a ghost town
As I closed the door
Slipping away now
Hell
I can't let you go
Oh
Damn
I feel like drainin' out
Damn
All of these bury me
(Woo, woo) damn all of these bury me
(Woo, woo) damn all of these
I knew a girl from Evanston
With a penchant for acid jazz
We'd get sick in our own sin
Cause it's mutual thought
Threw all of my clothes in the dryer
Just so I could feel her pulse
Now she's off on the East Coast
Lillin' by the coast
Hell
I thought she was the holy ghost
Slipping away now
Hell
I can't let you go
Oh
Damn
I feel like drainin' out
Damn
All of these bury me
(Woo, woo) damn
All of these
Saw a man on a platform
I couldn't have been more than twenty-eight
Seemed so familiar
When we'd met in another place