Noah Reid — Minneapolis

We flew into Minnesota And waited at the baggage carousel And we were told there’d be a snowstorm On the drive to some hotel And all the girls were getting facials And the boys weren’t feeling well So I got out and started walking To where I couldn’t tell Minneapolis was empty It had an old midwestern vibe I had my yellow leather gloves on And it was nice and cold outside I had a beer in some old barroom I was the only person there Except for one young couple With a boy in a wheelchair Started walking to the soundcheck Through the twilight empty streets I passed a mural of Bob Dylan While I was listening to Tom Waits I read a poem in the green room Out loud for all to hear And it meant nothing to anybody else But I didn’t really care And up on stage we talked in circles Every night’s about the same But there’s nowhere else that I hear cheering When someone says my name And we climbed into a private jet To take us out of town And I thought we might not make it As the snow was coming down