Chicago
The seeds are planted here
But they won’t grow
We won’t have to say goodbye
If we all goMaybe things will be better in Chicago
To leave all we’ve ever known
For a place we’ve never seen
Maybe things will be better in ChicagoWell it’s brave for us to stay
Even braver to go
Wherever she goes I go
Maybe things will be better in ChicagoTom Waits, Chicago