Flying over Chicago
Bare trees line the white snow
Day light fades and lines of cars flash
Across the night in red and gold
What a view from my small window
What a view from this small window
On the way another new home
Looking out on the streets I've come to know
Looking out on streets I'll come to know
And different faces, but they'll remind me of
Those I love far from here
Crystal water in a blue dream
Stretching further than I can see
But must learn to use my body well
But must learn to use my body well
You wake me with your gentle cooing voice
For all I long,
For far more I rejoice
