Woorden: Chicago. The Pull.

Summertime came too soon, summers in Kansas often do
And the air was still, I felt the pull
I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way
And I knew I was the first to pass this way

I believe I stepped across some line
Or I stumble through the doorway to space and time
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine
Never remembers his name

I always feel so alone wherever I am I feel the pull
And the life I've left behind the pull
And in case I have no future I've got the past
There's no telling just how long this play will last

I believe I step across some line
Or I stumble through the doorway to space and time
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine
Never remembers his name, never remembers

I'm down, walking through a storm
I hear a voice inside crying it calls my name
Like a judge accusing, black robe hanging down
Oh, don't forget, be brave about your love

When I walk across the monkey moon
Anger flashes in my eyes, I don't know what I'm doing
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine
Never remembers his name

Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine
Never remembers his name
Never remembers his name
I never remember my name