an hour to the city gate   smokestack breaths indiana lakes   under skeletons of trees   floating on the frozen lakes   out in the distance,   i can see the tower rise      an exit from the interstate   in the heart of chicago   three story buildings   cover every block i know   well milwaukee, take me where i need to go      i stepped into an elevator   with some people that i knew   i told them where id like to go   and what did they do   turned around and pushed the button   and everyone walked out      so disjointed again   most of these streets   never made sense   but the wind gets colder   as you get older   with patience thin its hard to wait   standing at the very gate   that drove you here      old midwest   under pale white skies   see the sun   in the car headlights   and ever fields    with known red barns   staring back into your car      i made my way up towards the top   past the people that got out   early on and better for it   but somehow i ignored it   the car was running    and it was time to leave      so disjointed again   most of these streets   never made sense   but the wind feels colder   as you get older   with patience thin its hard to win   standing at the very gate you cant get in      lay out on the open road   shoulda drive across the tracks   what it been a part of   your live hangs on the back   and when you get there   you may pause but you'll go on      so disjointed again   none of these streets   ever made sense   but the wind is colder   now that you are older   patience gone it wont be long   singin' the very song that drove you on   yeah that drove you on