Chicago(Acoustic) - Ingram Hill

Streetlights blind my eyes through a shade

That's halfway pulled

Cracklin' right side interrupts the radio in my head

Speeding through a familiar town that I don't know all too well

I find a glimpse of you outside my home

If you ever want to come home from Chicago

And leave the things that habit made you love

I'll be there to await your arrival

To give you a life you'll never know

Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not the only one

Sometimes my silence speaks for itself

As I stroll on down the street I pray for a chance

I'll see you ther

This time I think I'll share my life with you