I saw a cresting sunrise through the corridors of steel
Was it 5 a.m. already?
A convalescence of clouds, ruby tint, and gold trim

At the corner of Columbus and Wacker I took a stumbling left
Where is all the traffic?
Two hundred yards ahead, and the road....
Stops

Despite sleepless nights of sketching
somehow, a road escaped reason
In the heart of the midwest
this grand testament to urban planning
couldn't help but make one mistake

I stood at the edge
lording over the land
and with ***** stained breath
I declared myself king!

The sun lent me her crown
The city exhaled it's approval
And I saw my first sunrise

At The End of Wacker Drive