White Horses

my brother led me outside be quiet, i've got a light no moon tonight sitting on the ledge outside the second floor we could hear the sirens running up the road white horses for chicago black water brings me back home october, i lose my mind cross over wisconsin line apple cider signs looking for a trace of our orchard underground growing in the basements beneath a brand new town white horses for chicago black water brings me back home every year it's about the same i'm swimming in my dreams across the lake in second place come the winter i'm driving blind a tuxedo doing doughnuts on the ice black-and-white on white doesn't matter if i sleep or follow it out of bed i know that in the morning it's water in my head white horses for chicago black water brings me back home --- White Horses - Darlingside