Banks Lincoln

[Verse 1]
Milemarker twenty-seven
Says we’re on the way to Heaven
And I smile at the passenger seat
Forty miles from Chicago
There is snow on the windshield
And you’re downtown dragging your feet

[Verse 2]
Now I’m circling the block
Around Union Central Station
And there are bullets flying into the car
It’s the same as it’s always been
It’s the same as it’s always been

[Pre-Chorus]
Two-hundred miles from Chicago:
There is blood on the windshield
And I am reeling as you gather your things
I said I don’t know what to do anymore
As if I knew what to do before
I can fuck up almost anything

[Chorus]
I don’t think that I would exactly call it love
But it’s dripping down my consciousness
As you’re slipping down my lungs