In this grave hour, I have composed our final song
The last words of our love lost
I called your hands home
For years, for years, for years, for years on end
It’s become distant and I hate my helpless defiance
No !
You have no problem finding me
Although you only commit unintentionally

I do it for the Lord, I do it for Chicago
I once lived for you, and I’ve never ever been so wrong
We keep building, building to find no release