Chicago Red Balloon

I lost my mind yesterday

I found it lost again this morning

I found you lovin’ on me anyway

You hung our picture on the wall

My eyes looked like they had seen enough

Your smile said take me home

That night we slept out in a parking lot

You spoke Spanish just for fun

It doesn’t matter if you lose out here

If you never care to win

It doesn’t matter if you’re scared to death of dying

Friends that’s coming

Oh, it’s coming

I wrote that highway tune

Called it, “Chicago Red Balloon”

I felt it comin’

We dug our feet into Chicago

Rebecca bought her red balloon

The river lit up like the movies

I swear I never heard the blues

But I’ll be happy if we stay here

And I’ll be happy when we leave

And if I never sell a ticket

Well, I’ll be happy just to sing

It doesn’t matter if you lose out here

If you never care to win

It doesn’t matter if you’re scared to death of dying

You know that’s coming

Oh, it’s coming

I wrote that highway tune

Called it “Chicago Red Balloon”

I felt it comin’

I’ll tell a story

Drink it clean here

Make up shit about Chicago and red balloons

Picture frames and empty parking lots

I swear I never heard the blues

I swear I never heard the blues

I swear I never heard the blues

It doesn’t matter if you lose out here

If you never care to win

It doesn’t matter if you’re scared to death of dying

Friends, it’s coming

Oh, it’s coming

I wrote that highway tune

Holdin’ on to my balloon

I felt it comin’