Katherines on the front porch, smoking her last cigarette
Pots on the stove, furnace can't keep on its own
Mamas doing crosswords, dady's in his rocking chair
Let the barn door burn, ring the telegraph/telephone

We built a good life here
c little piece of heaven
Let the blue sky shine
Through God's own nation
Chicago, I've been waiting on a sunrise for way too long
Chicago, I've been waiting on a sunrise for way too long

Corner-store doctor is closing shop on this main street
Butcher's busy carving up a new stock of lamb
They take pride in the weight of their boxed up memories
cnd leave it all to chance, on a borrowed Uncle Sam

We built a good life here
c little piece of heaven
See the smoke and hear the screams
From the fire-engines
Chicago, I've been waiting on a sunrise for way too long
Chicago, I've been waiting on a sunrise for way too long

Sitting on this park bench, waiting for a train to come
On a city all boarded up on aftermath and these re-writes
They take pridein the weight of their boxed up memories
But it'll be hot one in the old town tonight
Old town tonight

We built a good life here
c little piece of heaven
Let the blue sky shine
Through God's own nation
Chicago, I've been waiting on a sunrise for way too long
Chicago, I've been waiting on a sunrise for way too long