The clock on the wall
reads just past ten
its ticking in time with my beating heart
Sleep just won’t come again
when dreams of you haunt my mind
closing my eyes becomes the hardest part
And all I want is to leave you behind

And I know that all I need
is your sweet lullaby (makes me sick)
the sound of your voice
the look in her eye 
says leaving was never your choice

and you barely let me off the ground 
give these wound a chance to heal 
before you come back around
and try to tell me your feelings are real 

And to you its fair
to use me briefly (like a tool)
did you ever really care
and you leave me again (I must be a fool)

So go on and burn your bridges 
You think you’ve got it all
me and you will never be the same, 
so wait till you fall
I won’t be there 
I want you to know your the one to blame
don’t bother calling my name

(She cries out to me me
Saying I’d write you a line
if you’ll sing me a song
And with a tear in my eye,
I knew I was wrong)

So the night never comes
When I’m in Chicago

And the sun hasn’t shone 
since maybe December
But I’m feeling alone,
And I can’t remember

Another cold day,
here in the city
is no place for a dreamer
So I take to the road
and head for the coast

Tonight I’m searching for answers 
to all these questions on my mind
through searching in all the wrong places
for all the perfect words I want to find

So we walked for hours along the tide
and I told her what was on my mind

I Wish I knew the words to say
the perfect words to make you stay
but your love is meant to change the world
I see it in you every day
Bringing darkness to the light

Your meant for my I know
but before I let you go
I ask her to leave something to remember her by
And she paints me a sunrise
across the morning sky

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