Homesick For Chicago...
And I can't forget
Your style or your cynicism,
Somehow it was like you were the
First to listen to everything I said.
My smile's an open wound without you
And my hands are tied to pages,
Inked to bring you back.
Tonight the headphones will deliver
You the words that I can't say.
Tonight is all about "I miss you"
These friends are,
New friends are...