Streets of Chicago

Words and music by Joe Dickinson

The streets of Chicago are icy

My heart is on fire tonight

The trees are all whispering gossip

And bending their branches to the right

I’m stuck here in the middle of something

I don’t think I’ll ever understand

Walking the streets of Chicago

Waiting on an unknown helping hand

Staring up into the big black sky

Praying for a simple shooting star

Everybody tells me that I should settle down

Save my money, own a house, buy a car

But I have no interest in any of that

I have no interest in doing the same

Gonna leave my past on the highest shelf

And call myself a brand new name

The streets of Chicago are silent

There’s no one awake walking around

I can hear the city’s heartbeat

Lying face-first on the ground

My opinion of myself - am I something, am I nothing

And does that really matter in the end

The streets of Chicago are filthy

I need to find a new friend

Don’t pretend you’re oh so sad

When you’re better of than almost everyone

Have you ever thought about

Who’s responsible for everything you’ve done

I can feel the beat flowing through my bones

It’s in my legs, it’s in my arms, it’s in my head

I like sleeping over too

But sometimes all I want is my own bed

The streets of Chicago are burning

Forcing all the insects outside

The sun is shining on their little heads

But all they want to do is find some shade and die

Copyright 2008 Joe Dickinson

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