Beginning of the End

It’s starting to get cold here Chill condition one It’s chilly playing football Outside in the daytime sun Laying in my rack Surrounded by horizontal bars Seems like I am trapped For the real world that isn’t far I see the sailors walk Into freedom in Chicago Which is in all our dreams and talk, But when me and my boys get there To the Windy City, no less Seeing the sites, and walking the walks Having a blast, yup you guessed! But until that day gets here All we can do is dream And visualize the road ahead Or the future of which they speak