Cub Country - Good Job Jer Blues lyrics

An hour to the city gate Smokestack breaths indiana lakes Under skeletons of trees Floating on the frozen lakes Out in the distance, I can see the tower rise An exit from the interstate In the heart of chicago Three story buildings Cover every block i know Well milwaukee, take me where i need to go I stepped into an elevator With some people that i knew I told them where id like to go And what did they do Turned around and pushed the bu*ton And everyone walked out So disjointed again Most of these streets Never made sense But the wind gets colder As you get older With patience thin its hard to wait Standing at the very gate That drove you here Old midwest Under pale white skies See the sun In the car headlights And ever fields With known red barns Staring back into your car I made my way up towards the top Past the people that got out Early on and better for it But somehow i ignored it The car was running And it was time to leave So disjointed again Most of these streets Never made sense But the wind feels colder As you get older With patience thin its hard to win Standing at the very gate you cant get in Lay out on the open road Shoulda drive across the tracks What it been a part of Your live hangs on the back And when you get there You may pause but you'll go on So disjointed again None of these streets Ever made sense But the wind is colder Now that you are older Patience gone it wont be long Singin' the very song that drove you on Yeah that drove you on