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
But 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