rom out of the crowd 
I see her reflection
her eyes on me
she moves in my directions
and it’s cold day
here in chicago
she feels the chill in the air 
but it’s not the weather
she ran for the bright lights
to find something better
tears in her eyes 
another lonely night in the city
she longs for those arms 
to make her feel warm
misses the voicce
that sang her to sleep

so she wrote I’m sorry
in a letter
but sometimes words
can’t make a broken heart better