"Chicago is calling my name
With those dim city lights
And smoke fill streets,
It tells of the future it could hold for me
Skyscrapers welcoming with open arms
And the rain,
Soft and cold, yet it's
What I need.
It sings me to sleep, this silly lullaby,
'Habit will make you love me'
And the pictures are so clear as they swim inside my head
Of the loft, love lost
Memories beckoning in wordless pleas,
But those metropolitan windows weep
Because they know why my heart
Let me return to that sacred place: