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Sit on the train and make some conversation With a stranger who looks like someone you used to know Back in the days when stripes and plaid matched And you're watching raindrops race on your window But you're out of the storm, be thankful for that She is reading a book in pure moonlight And the way she smiles when she reads It's some strange sort of therapeutic healing One you're finger can't seem to catch and pin down Move down these crowded streets To places that never looked so far away, far away, far away And you feel as though you've been here before Maybe you have, maybe you haven't It's not an issue in this life you lead Tomorrow is a paved road To yesterday's secrets waiting to be told By someone who has no name And has no face worth remembering Sit on the train and make some conversation With a stranger who looks like someone you used to know Back in the days when stripes and plaid matched And watch the raindrops race on your window Letras de cancionesBut you're out of the storm, be thankful for that Where is that music coming from? An alley somewhere in this City made of moving yellow cars It seems to all make sense In a book you can't seem to get your hands on Hide your face in your hands And shield your skin from the sun "This place is far from home," you think, "This place is not my home" Sit on the train and make some conversation With a stranger who looks like someone you used to know Back in the days when stripes and plaid matched And watch the raindrops race on your window But you're out of the storm, be thankful for that Be thankful for that, it's all you've got This is Chicago, and you live here now This is Chicago. This is Chicago Welcome home, welcome home No need to feel so alone From Letras Mania