I walked Harrison with blinders onnSo many nights over at George's BarnGlasses of old style glow of jukebox lightsnPictures of my past streaming back tonightnnLonely Wabash under curving ElnSwimming aquatic of my brainwaves slow downnThe streets are soft and dead at 2 AMnDrunk/alone again at Jackson UndergroundnnUptown sunset flooding from the westnNoise rises to my window from the summer concretenI couldn't bring myself to love this girlnAt the airport I just let her gonnI was lost in the ryennThis wind blows hard against my burning skinnI'm just another misguided child of fictionnSchool kids are shouting in the streetsnAnd I wish I was singing in their wide eyed chorusnnThese days I swim in disillusionnAt night I dream of possibilitiesnThis afternoon I'm stuck in raw nostalgianHave I arrived at all the wrong conclusions?nnUptown sunset flooding from the westnNoise rises to my window from the summer sunsetnI guess I didn't know how to love that girlnHigh time for the dust to restnnI was lost in the rye