Oh I'm not one for love songs
But this girl she runs inside my veins
Every curve of her as soft as she is headstrong
Every kiss a cure to ease my growing pains
Her laugh it rolls like the lakeshore
Her spirit a seagull in flight
Her body a map that's never been foreign
The smell of her hair in the orange midnight
How much of a tree's the soil that it came from
What percent of me is painted by my home
And if home is love, I'll never know the outcome
But she'll stay with me no matter where I roam
She's my Chicago, no one else like her
And my Chicago, she's the keeper of my heart
Chicago, ground I was grown in
My Chicago bleeds, but she's a work of art
How much of a tree's the soil that it came from
What percent of me is painted by my home
And if home is love, I'll never know the outcome
But she'll stay with me no matter where I roam
She's my Chicago, no one else like her
And my Chicago, she's the keeper of my heart
Chicago, ground I was grown in
My Chicago, she's the keeper of my heart
Chicago