I tried to sleep in the rain, 
underneath an acorn tree,
but the drops kept falling,
hitting me,
as I slipped further unconsciously, 
into a world of windy dreams.
Into a world of many windy dreams.

And where did I begin 
to drift off to that 
I think that I can fly.
My mind, I took it to Chicago.

The temperatures dropped to 
a stunning three degrees 
and I can hardly feel my legs.
Just as I had almost lost my mind completely, 
the seas had shown a sign to melt.
I sailed away towards many days. 

I sailed away so many ways.
And where did I begin to drift off 
to that I think that I can fly.
My mind, I took it to Chicago.