We Both Reached For The Gun Lyrics by Chicago
Mr. Billy Flynn in the press conference rag
Notice his mouth never moves, almost
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Mr. Billy Flynn in the press conference rag
Notice his mouth never moves, almost
Alright, here we go
Listen
I was thinking about her
Visiting the past
In the wee small hours we would pass the time
You were just a confidant of mine
Your love is all I need
Sweet music, heart to heart, every day I breathe
Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Here we come a-caroling
Among the leaves so green!
I understand there’s no future for us here
Guess, I fooled myself into thinkin’ there was
Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Are you optimistic
‘Bout the way things are going?