And for a second I felt it again, I felt that sweet breathe of air blown into my heart and I was lifted. Maybe it was purple rain, maybe it was hot summer night air, maybe it was the wind from driving fast in the passenger seat but there it was again. A feeling I only felt when I would enter Chicago but now I felt it here in the place I live. Maybe this means things will turn around maybe this means I did good today. As I look at the tungsten light reflex off of building and swing sets as we glide past I feel a bit of that hope that I'll be alright. But like I said maybe it was just purple rain.