3AM in Chicago

Yeah-hea The ground it shakes The hills they breathe The sun it burns Both of my knees Bound and determined To find a meaning within While the earth keeps on turning All around again, uh It's 3 a.m. in Chicago Street lights they guide me to a brand-new tomorrow, uh It's 3 a.m. in Chicago A house in the ghetto No lights on inside A house in the suburbs You will hear no children cry But who built the statues? That look down upon us And who prints the money? Who gets to control us? It's 3 a.m. in Chicago Street lights they guide me to a brand new tomorrow, uh It's 3 a.m. in Chicago Yeah-hea Uh Yeah It's 3 a.m. in Chicago Street lights they guide me to a brand new tomorrow It's 3 a.m. in Chicago, yeah, Chicago, yeah-hea