In Thee

Blue Oyster Cult

Maybe I'll see you again,

Maybe

And maybe I won't

Maybe you bought your ticket going back to Detroit

Air-o-plains make strangers of us all

Give us distance

Much to easily

Jim says some destines should not be delivered

But you and I see now

Baby

That still they are

Winning it makes losers of us all

Gives us distance

Much to easily

Well I wrap myself in cities I've traveled

I wrap myself in dreams

I wrap myself in solitude

But I wish I could wrap myself in thee

Tonight it's hot

Without you tomorrow be cold

Winter will come along

Driven by snow

Love it makes strangers of us all

When we fall

Oh so thoughtlessly

Well I wrap myself in cities I've traveled

I wrap myself in dreams

I wrap myself in solitude

But I wish I could wrap myself in thee

Once we breathe the breath

Of sweet surrender

Pure, pure air of air

Filled our atmosphere

But night it makes stars of us all

until we fall

For everyone to see

Well I wrap myself in cities I've traveled

I wrap myself in dreams

I wrap myself in strangers arms

But I wish I could wrap myself in thee

Well I wrap myself in cities I've traveled

I wrap myself in dreams

I wrap myself in solitude

But I wish I could wrap myself in thee