I should be driving to Milwaukee but my keys can't find you (singing "Lean On Me") in the back of a taxi-cab. Totally helpless and completely unprepared for this, we'll stick it to a city we can call home eventually. Well, talk about c**ture shock. I've saved up the chords to share with brothers and sisters from different mothers, in your living room. So, thanks for this metronome to keep the beat steady in your timezone and keep a record of the songs I haven't thought of yet. I know I seem upset but the mailman can wait. We've held a date, stuffing dollars in a piggy bank. A tapedecked preview of about 6 months from now, to a Logan Square apartment near Peggy's house... but until then i'll just keep myself busy, singing with my eyes closed. I'm busy, singing with my eyes closed. I've been busy, singing with my eyes closed.