My corners curl like old letters
Folded deep in denim sweaters
Coffee ring stains Clark and Lake
Transfer holes the commuters make
Blue line folds and breathes again
Jazz club basement knows my name
Eighty-two was ink and rain
Now I rest in cigarette flame
Red line hum shakes my paper ribs
El tracks rattle above the grid
Saxophone spills from underground
Warm Hammond swells a low down sound
Blue line folds and breathes again
Jazz club basement knows my name
Eighty-two was ink and rain
Now I rest in cigarette flame
Fingers traced my river veins
Late night riders, no names
Spilled bourbon on the O'Hare leg
Dried sticky where the routes all beg
Blue line folds and breathes again
Jazz club basement knows my name
Eighty-two was ink and rain
Now I rest in cigarette flame
Creased where thumbs pressed transfer points
Loop's steel teeth grind joints
Map don't judge where you been
Just folds quiet, lets you in
Blue line folds and breathes again
Jazz club basement knows my name
Eighty-two was ink and rain
Now I rest in cigarette flame
Blue line folds, blue line folds
Slide guitar fades slow
Map breathes, lets go
