I'm waiting on the transit But things aren't what they used to be I stand here as a tourist On holiday with destiny You broke me down to nothing But I'm still so in awe of you A quintessential victim I'm weakest when I'm close to you Here the people just evaporate right in front of me Transmissions of much greater things still get through to me I'm stranded here in nowhere The middle of eternity The people say Chicago A distinction simply lost on me The storms do well to hide away a stunning sense of apathy The storms do well to rinse away all the damage that's been done to me Here the people just evaporate right in front of me Transmissions of much greater things still get through to me You turned me into someone I've always known I had to be A story of redemption, of overcoming everything