Iowa City? Letra

Gates go off without a hitch and you're off
Don't look back
You'll only be gone for a while

Thought you'd be more impressed with the things I did and the stuff I said
Thought you'd be more impressed with the things I did to clean your mess

You'll be coming home with your leg in a cast
And your head in a chemical cloud
But your shadow still skulks the streets under the street lamps
That project pretty pictures on the ceiling

I never thought you'd make it.