Chicago night blues

It seems clean it seems quiet
but what’s it mean on a Chicago night
There’s a crack fight in the west side
someone cries in the Chicago night

You seem clean, you seem quiet,
the rope is tight like one on a kite
your soul glides, you fly high
don’t you get wild in the Chicago night

The hawk’s blowing, rain’s a falling
the weather’s mad, in the Chicago night
I drank some beers, I’ve had a bite
now I feel alright in the Chicago night

I spoke tonight with a butterfly
he’s leaving town back to the light
he said, do’nt forget me, do what you might
I’ll be back soon in the Chicago night


Words &Lyrics by CharlElie
© Flying Boat