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