drunk and drenched in southeast chicago,
having conversation with the calumet
you jumped right in and like an old steel barge
and sank like an industry that came and went
as you rose to the surface you pondered your purpose
trading gazes with skyscrapers staring down
you asked them their names and they groaned and they quaked
like sleeping sentinels waking up
this is your story
these are your scars
don't you ever forget who you are
for when it gets heavy
for when it gets hard
don't you ever forget who you are
out on the sand, the feeling was sober
you left god in the wake by the shore
you stood yourself up, you were naked and nameless
but in losing foundation you grew ever more
you fueled your own furnace, when you spoke they all heard it
like lightning at the edge of a storm
every word was a wave, every thought was a cave
that bore through every mind that came before
bridge/build
they don't know you like we know you
you are not the one to blame
this is your story
these are your scars
don't you ever forget who you are
for when it gets heavy
for when it gets hard
don't you ever forget who you are