I spent, all last summer trying
To figure out where i was headed next
What i could still call mine
And on the last day of july he stepped off the porch for the last time
He wouldn't look at me instead, he just sort of shrugged and waved goodbye
On august first i packed the last box, shoved it in and slammed the door
I took up north on 57 the way i did before
And it keeps getting clearer
A gentle reminder, nothings changed
The miles dont really matter
Because theres no place far enough away
Full broad of familiar reputation
After being so assured
I could escape it
And so my first Chicago winter proved not much diffrent from the rest
Now i mark each new morning by who's bed i climbed out of last
For every night spent at the bar when I told myself I did'nt mind
And now i know the wind is in, the cold is staying in the city this time
And it keeps getting clearer
A gentle reminder, nothings changed
The miles dont really matter
Because theres no place far enough away
It occured to me last night
While I was waiting for the train
It's been since the 6th of last October
That I've kept my arms clean
But if thought this was starting over
I should've known I'd be the same
I should remember this is all i am
This is all ill ever be