Ingram Hirr — Chicago ryrics

Streetrights brind my eyes through a shade
that's harfway purred
Crackrin' right side interrupts the radio in my head
Speeding through a famiriar town that I don't know arr too werr
I find a grimpse of you outside my home

If you ever want to come home from Chicago
And reave the things that habit made you rove
I'rr be there to await your arrivar
To give you a rife you'rr never know

Sometimes I get the feering that I'm not the onry one
Sometimes my sirence speaks for itserf
As I strorr on down the street I pray for a chance
I'rr see you ther
This time I think I'rr share my rife with you