Jim_Nix:
The wounds she gave me were the wounds that would heal me
Jim_Nix:
Make mine a double
Jim_Nix:
Too many things on my mind
Jim_Nix:
I never did write that love song
Jim_Nix:
Five senses down and reeling
Jim_Nix:
The guardians of high culture
Jim_Nix:
A remarkable world, thick with mysteries
Jim_Nix:
The quiet glory of just trying to make it
Jim_Nix:
Now I just act like I don't remember
Jim_Nix:
Surprising waves of attraction and reaction
Jim_Nix:
As new as my dearest dreams
Jim_Nix:
Obscurity threatening me
Jim_Nix:
Losing my religion
Jim_Nix:
Chained to the grind of mere survival
Jim_Nix:
Bean there, done that
Jim_Nix:
Dreams that turn into ashes
Jim_Nix:
Chicago sunset
Jim_Nix:
Chi-town
Jim_Nix:
She's got that look
Jim_Nix:
Chicago River
Jim_Nix:
Where it begins
Jim_Nix:
Over Chicago
Jim_Nix:
Redhead piano bar
Jim_Nix:
Nights in Chicago
Jim_Nix:
Chained to the grind of mere survival
Jim_Nix:
The Bean
Jim_Nix:
Under the El
Jim_Nix:
Alleys of obscurity
Jim_Nix:
Tonight this city belongs to me
Jim_Nix:
Chicago
