Leaving the city, I also leave its roar

I detour from traffic to my town beneath the hardwood

Business after business, coroners after corners

One last drenching of hard liquor on my throat

Packing up my things, what would father think of me?

Is the bed still empty? Are the kids awake in the cradle?

Is the mid-western air catching flight in my lungs?

Neon lights call to me, I'll be home when all is well

Streets are filled with sparks, hopeless heart in the stark light beams

Dare to dream, dream to be, they stop believing, who are we?

To be bold is to be wild, and I am a wild target

Grasping for more knowledge and gasping at raspy sound blips

You rattle 'cross the window, reminds me of a song

Reminds me of a subway, reminds me all along

I've been wailing at the spotlight, putting on a show

And howling at the clocks because my hijinx takes a toll