I'm used to Chicago Virtue
I miss you I miss you
I'm used to Chicago Virtue
I miss you I miss you
The buildings scrape the sky
Before the lights go out
I promise that I'm yours
Records stores, antiques and more
My shoes have worn away
It seems they've walked the same damn road
For all the months of May
Midsummer nights with all the lights
And I just want to stay
Today
Today
I'm used to Chicago Virtue
I miss you I miss you
I'm used to Chicago Virtue
I miss you I miss you
The buildings scrape the sky
Before the lights go out
I promise that I'm yours