I spent my nights in Chicago,
Burning brain cells on the fifteenth floor.
We camped out on the roof, baby.
Till your neighbors, they went crazy.
Then you touched me, casually at first.
Conversations of circular rebirth.

Ooooh, ooooh.

I spent a month in the Northeast,
Writing letters on the motel sheets.
Those notes induced a dream, baby.
And when I woke I had gone crazy.
And when you found me, everything had changed.
Three sheets wild, honey.

Ooooh, oooooooh, ooooooh.

There wasn't proof then that I had witnessed heaven.
An outside fire it dawned and then it,
But I've got miles, baby, so you can take me home.
So let's call your mother, before you hit the road.

Hmmmmmm, hmmmm, hmmm.