she remembers Chicago | Yeah, we broke through the window
Yeah, we knocked on the door
Her phone would not answer
Yeah, but she's still home
Now her father has passed over
And her sister is a star
And her mother smokes diamonds
And she sleeps out in the car
Yeah, but she remembers Chicago
The musicians and guitars
And grass by the lake
And people who laughed
And made her poor heart ache
Now we live down in the valley
We work out on the farm
We climb up to the mountains
And everything's fine and I'm still here
And you're still there and we're still around