Chicago

Hey, ain't it funny?

How that wind blows

Down your street

Ironic, ain't it honey?

To see you passing by

Like falling leaves

Rain, it's a coming

Gonna wash this shame

Off of me

The pain, is unwanted

But I brought this hand

Down on me

Oh oh, oh oh,

Oh oh, oh oh

Is it always coming down?

Oh oh, oh oh,

Oh oh, oh oh

I can't hear a sound

Silence, it ain't golden

Just reminds me oh

What I've lost

Time is for hoping

We can get back

What is gone

Cause that wind now

It's still blowing

Drops are falling to the ground

Stillness is growing

And our souls

Forever found

Oh oh, oh oh,

Oh oh, oh oh

Is it always coming down?

Oh oh, oh oh,

Oh oh, oh oh

I can't hear a sound

Oh oh, oh oh,

Oh oh, oh oh

Is it always coming down?

Oh oh, oh oh,

Oh oh, oh oh

Can we both be, forever found?