Car to Chicago
Tell me dear what you want me to say
A simple kiss is never enough
Can you taste the sweet, bitter sweat
Of a man who's moving heaven above?
Hell, it's something, like a proud, black wind
Blowing in the midst of our lives
And in the morning, with our eyes red wide
I can hear your little sighs
Your silence never did no good
'Cause I couldn't read your mind
So take the car to Chicago
And see if you can test them times
Hell, it's something, like a proud, black wind
Blowing in the midst of our lives
And in the morning, with our eyes red wide
I can hear your little sighs
Just push it out of your mind
Just push it out of your mind
Just push it out of your mind, your mind
Writer/s: Lost Mary
