I’m still checking my phone
And hoping that an algorithm
Will make all of my decisions
hoping that an algorithm
Will make all of my decisions

Well I left a lot of things in Chicago
But I miss my heart most of all
To find my way on this drunk walk home
Because I’m so lost and so cold
All these houses look so warm

I spread my life to so many different places
But I don’t know how it ended up in pieces
Now I’m checking my phone
And hoping that an algorithm
Will make all of my decisions
hoping that an algorithm
Will make all of my decisions

See the night-grey bones of the snow exposed
By the tired lanterns leaning on their poles
This city is stranger than these strangers know
And there’s no moon and no stars
No roads between where we both are

I spread my life to so many different places
But I don’t know how it ended up in pieces
Now I’m checking my phone
And hoping that an algorithm
Will make all of my decisions
hoping that an algorithm
Will make all of my decisions

Hear the church bell ring over the prison gate
And the bank loan search for disinterested fate
In a fake british accent someone calls you mate
And you know you’ll never know this place
It’s where you fell not where you were raised

I spread my life to so many different places
But I don’t know how it ended up in pieces
Now I’m checking my phone
And hoping that an algorithm
Will make all of my decisions