It was raining in Pennsylvania
And I was driving on the interstate late at night
I was flipping through the radio,
I started pulling stations as far off as past Lake Michigan
The post-Michael Jordan Chicago Bulls were beating the Charlotte
Hornets by twenty
And I was just drifting along, and you were on my mind

New York town would been in my rear-view mirror, ‘cept my
rear view mirror was gone
There was balanced scoring. for once Tony Kukoc
wasn’t the only Bull in double figures.
My windshield wipers started going crazy and finally the one fell off
And the end beat like mad on my outside mirror and you were on my mind

You were on my mind
You were on my mind
I was just driftin along, &
You were on my mind

When we met you kept on saying my name
over and over and over and over again
Now I pull off the road and now it is light and you are on my mind
The radio guy says one could’ve had a baby since the last time
the Bulls won at home
And baby I’ve forgotten how cold the wind blows when you are on my mind

& you are on my mind
You are on my mind
Baby I’d forgotten how cold the wind blows
When you are on my mind

(lyrics: Dan Bern)