Wilco, Via Chicago

  I dreamed about killing you again last night
  And it felt alright to me
  Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
  I sat and watched you bleed
  Buried you alive in a fireworks display
  Raining down on me
  You cold, hot blood ran away from me
  To the sea

  I painted my name on the back of a leaf
  And I watched it float away
  The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages
  Was all I tried to save
  But the wind blew me back via Chicago
  In the middle of the night
  And all without fight
  At the crush of veils and starlight

  I know I'll make it back
  One of these days and turn on your TV
  To watch a man with a face like mine
  Being chased down a busy street
  When he gets caught, I wont get up
  And I wont go to sleep
  I'm coming home, I'm coming home
  Via Chicago

  Where the cups are cracked and hooked
  Above the sink
  They make me think
  Crumbling ladder tears don't fall
  They shine down your shoulders
  And crawling is screw faster lash
  I blow it with kisses
  I rest my head on a pillowy star
  And a cracked door moon
  That says I havent gone too far

  I'm coming home
  I'm coming home
  Via Chicago

  Searching for a home
  Searching for a home
  Searching for a home
  Via Chicago

  I'm coming home
  I'm coming home