In Chicago (Amy Speace/Neilson Hubbard) Every mile is a broken bone Between satellites and a place called home Turn the wheel and point it north I'll be waiting on south side of 24th In Chicago all alone Won't you come see me won't you come In Chicago barely hanging on Won't you come see me won't you come Had a heart attack all by myself Sipping on memories from the bottom shelf Telephone cord is tied in knots Can't hear your voice to connect the dots What's the point of bluebirds singing You never sang that way for me On the wire are they clinging To the dreams they'll never see Every mile is a broken bone Between satellites and a place called home I won you back and I've lost before I'll be waiting for your knocking on my door