Lyrics: The Uncontrollable Few. Sunday In Chicago.

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Falling forward, winter mess
As a train rattles overhead
This memory feels like a ghost
Walking here beside me

All the streets have stayed the same
Landmarks, faithful to their name
Solitude makes me wonder
Why the people die but their structures still remain

And I'm sorry that I'm wishing you here today
When I'm alone in the city

Cross the street and ask the time
Behind me the vast skyline
The lake reflected in my eyes
And I feel so bad for I'd only thought of myself

And I'm sorry that I'm wishing you here today
When I'm alone in the city

And I'm sorry that I'm wishing you here today
When I'm alone in the city