A cursory listen may lead one to believe that Chance is merely reminiscing about losing touch with a love. Upon further dissection, one may consider that the referenced “Wendy” is actually “Windy.” With that realization the delightful ditty takes on an ominous undertone.
“…When did you change, Windy you’ve aged / I thought you’d never grow up, I thought you’d never / Window closed, Windy got old / I was too late, I was too late / A shadow of what I once was…,” he raps.
Encompassed by a relentless yearning for yesteryear, should one cry for Wendy or shed more ignored Windy City tears?
I write.