In Chicago

In Chicago
 (Amy Speace/Neilson Hubbard)
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 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
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 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
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 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