Three Seasons on Chicago Roads
ironic humor with a resolute undercurrent, happy, punchy drums, reflective yet playful tone, pop punk, energetic guitars, pop, male vocals
Three Seasons on Chicago Roads
ironic humor with a resolute undercurrent, happy, punchy drums, reflective yet playful tone, pop punk, energetic guitars, pop, male vocals
Lyrics
Verse
The asphalt cracks like a broken smile
Every mile's a war
Every war's a style
Potholes grin
They swallow dreams whole
Suspension screams
Chicago takes its toll
Prechorus
I thought I'd escape it
I thought I'd survive
But every road here eats cars alive
Chorus
Three seasons in Chicago
That's all we know
Potholes
Road construction
And winter's snow
Spring skips town
Fall’s just a show
Three seasons in Chicago
The fourth won't grow
Verse 2
Orange cones bloom like a strange bouquet
Lane closed signs lead me astray
Detours twist
They laugh in my face
GPS gives up
It can’t keep pace
Prechorus
I thought I'd find freedom
I thought I'd explore
But the map’s just a lie
And the street’s a war
Chorus
Three seasons in Chicago
That's all we know
Potholes
Road construction
And winter's snow
Summer melts
It’s a fleeting glow
Three seasons in Chicago
The fourth won't show