Chicago Blue by N/A Outside the white snow, fall on my window, Just where the sunlight comes through I know you raced on down to california But i'm chicago blue Well, it could never have been that bad No, you never saw me sad, girl You never felt the chilly wind blow cold inside, you never have Bye, bye baby bye Come on girlfriend, come on fly When you fl y into the sunset, Fl y and think of me in the classical hollywood style Outside my window, still fall the white snow And where it melts there's new How come you raced on down to california When i'm chicago blue The neighbors ask me where you're at I don't know how to answer that Please send a postcard stating where, with who and why i'll understand Bye, bye baby bye Come on girlfriend, don't you cry Watch me walk into the fire and Blaming it on you in the classical hollywood style Outside the white snow, fall on my window, Just where the sunlight comes through I know you're raced on down to california But i'm chicago blue Sometimes i hear a wind inside me say, "don't get me wrong, The love you feel and the light in hers your own" So, now you raced on down to california and i'm chicago blue