In Chicago

In Chicago
(Amy Speace/Neilson Hubbard)

Every mile is a broken bone
Between satellites and a place called home
Turn the wheel and point it north
I'll be waiting on south side of 24th

In Chicago all alone
Won't you come see me won't you come
In Chicago barely hanging on
Won't you come see me won't you come

Had a heart attack all by myself
Sipping on memories from the bottom shelf
Telephone cord is tied in knots
Can't hear your voice to connect the dots

What's the point of bluebirds singing
You never sang that way for me
On the wire are they clinging
To the dreams they'll never see

Every mile is a broken bone
Between satellites and a place called home
I won you back and I've lost before
I'll be waiting for your knocking on my door



Credits
Writer(s): Amy Speace, Neilson Hubbard
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