From the album The Alchemist

Lyrics

The station grew empty as all the suits filled train cars
little boy waved goodbye mother left tears in his arms
I was standing on my own all alone was all I knew
conductor said last chance before I close up for good
She was waiting for my move
and I was waiting on a love
that came too soon

Wedding bells were ringing the day Mary left her first love
ran the bank empty tore apart her family
Patiently I listened as her story started to unfold
soon after we fell for each other a year or maybe more
Made plans to settle down
but there was still that notion
she'd let you go

Under dead trees I fall
Under dead trees I fall
I live my life in turmoil
but Chicago will always be my home

Pick up sticks to build a new life why I don't know
see how many I've collected should I show you more
Find some stones bring them home build a little room
lock myself deep inside my own little tomb
And the old autumn melodies
keep on coming back
to haunt you

Under dead trees I fall
Under dead trees I fall
I live my life in turmoil
but Chicago will always be my home