We all play pretend
Like it's something that is real
Like we want to get away
And learn how we can feel
Well, different air
From what we already breathe
So we tell ourselves we'll go, go, go
But we never ever leave
C'mon, over here, c'mon, hey
Whoa-oh
I'm going to Chicago
Somewhere I don't really know
See the sun rise on the east coast
See it set in San Francisco
I'll get high in Colorado
With some folks I don't even know
Who knows where I'll be tomorrow?
But I'm going to Chicago, yes
Well, now our friends all tell us how
They feel trapped with no control
They say one day, they'll get out
And break their parents' mold
But it's been ten years now
And they're still married, living in
Some big fancy house
With some attorney and three kids, c'mon (c'mon, hey)
Whoa-oh
I'm going to Chicago
Somewhere I don't really know
See the sun rise on the east coast
See it set in San Francisco
I'll get high in Colorado
With some folks I don't even know
Who knows where I'll be tomorrow?
I'm going to Chicago
This doesn't feel, this doesn't feel quite right
This strange I get feels like it was tied too tight
Hey, Orlando, c'mon, help me out
This doesn't feel, this doesn't feel quite right
This strange I get feels like it was tied too tight (alright)
Oh, this doesn't feel, this doesn't feel quite right
This strange I get feels like it was tied too tight
Oh, this doesn't feel, this doesn't feel quite right
This strange I get feels like it was tied too tight
I'm going to Chicago
Somewhere I don't really know
See the sun rise on the east coast
See it set in San Francisco
I'll get high in Colorado
With some folks I don't even know
Who knows where I'll be tomorrow?
But I'm going to Chicago
Thank you
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