Lucy Wainwright Roche
Текст песни Chicago

Isn't it funny, even with toys
And all of the money
People will still come out to see
Lights in the sky, and over the lake
On the fourth of July
Isn't it funny, isn't it funny
Isn't it simple after all

chorus:
Goodnight Chicago, you have skies
As red as any summer
Goodnight Chicago, you are mine tonight
Goodnight Chicago, you have eyes
As bright as any child
Goodnight Chicago, you are mine tonight

Picturing that, I went to the movies
And everyone clapped
Heralding justice, hoping for change and

Spilling their soda
Will we remember walking back downtown
When we're surrounded by all of the shopping
Isn't it something, isn't it silly after all

Chorus

Flying home Friday, over the buildings
And I did it my way
Leaking from someone else's ears
Cut him some slack
Look out the window, you're not coming back
Isn't it funny, isn't it something
Isn't it simple after all

Chorus



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