She sits upon her mountaintop
without a thought that she might fall down
She frets and struts about
Sometimes to me she looks just like a clown
She touches you as she looks down upon you with disdain
Talks to you deceptively, you are just a stain
I'm going to Chicago, Chicago
Land upon the lakes
Downtown to Chicago
Whatever it will take
The mountain is always rising
Getting steeper every day
The comtempt is falling
turned into a landslide by the way
The grass is greener, greener
but not on this side of the hill
I'm going to Chicago, top of Illinois
I'm going to Delago's streets
I have no other choice
I do hear the innonence of the children weep
If you give her your two cents of advice
She'll turn and give you change
And belittle you in a way not so very nice
And all her friends grovel at her feet
Talk behind her back
and say things that are not so sweet
So I hit interstate 65
North of Huntsville, Nashville
Listening to music to get me my vibe
I'm going to Chicago
Maybe I can be there by the time it will be five
I'm going to 'cago
Midnights Voice
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