The Beerfields of Bridgeview
Who's that you're dreaming of
When I dream of you?
Through the hoodoo's last gleaming
As the sun fades from view
Down the chemical highway
To your poison machine
Every day's end's a gamble
Since we both were fifteen
Through the beerfields of Bridgeview
From the thundering east
Caledonian spectre
Casts its shadow in yeast
When the wildcat grips us
And we fall to our knees
Will we even remember how
We got this disease?
On cold winter nights I'll
Look up at the stars
By the pale glowing moonlight
We'll be comparing our scars
And in each constellation
We can trace out our lives
Until dawn's rosy fingers
Paint a renewed sunrise
Through the beerfields of Bridgeview
From the thundering east
Caledonian spectre
Casts its shadow in yeast
When the wildcat grips us
And we fall to our knees
Will we even remember how
We got this disease?
Writer/s: BORT