Isn’t it funny, even with toys
And all of the money?
People will still come out to see
Lights in the sky, and over the lake
On the Fourth of July
Isn’t it funny?
Isn’t it funny?
Isn’t it simple, after all?
Goodnight, Chicago
You have skies as red as any summer
Goodnight, Chicago
You are mine tonight
Goodnight, Chicago
You have eyes as bright as any child
Goodnight, Chicago
You are mine tonight
Picturing that I went to the movies
And everyone clapped
Heralding justice
Hoping for change
And spilling their soda
Will we remember walking back down town
When we’rе surrounded by all of the shopping?
Isn’t it something?
Isn’t it silly, aftеr all?
Goodnight, Chicago
You have skies as red as any summer
Goodnight, Chicago
You are mine tonight
Goodnight, Chicago
You have eyes as bright as any child
Goodnight, Chicago
You are mine tonight
Flying home Friday over the buildings
And I did it my way
Leaking from someone else’s ears
Cut ’em some slack, look out the window
You’re not coming back
Isn’t it funny?
Isn’t it something?
Isn’t it simple after all?
Goodnight, Chicago
You have skies as red as any summer
Goodnight, Chicago
You are mine tonight
Goodnight, Chicago
You have eyes as bright as any child
Goodnight, Chicago
You are mine tonight
Goodnight, Chicago
Goodnight, Chicago
Goodnight, Chicago
You are mine tonight
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Lucy Wainwright Roche Lyrics – Chicago