i've got my gym shorts on
with two wings strapped on
cascading through concrete streets on the run
i am a child, the sky scraper's son

the lake winds blow cold
but i'm the warmest soul
as the sun hits the windows
it reminds me of the fires of old

the blood of calumet runs through our veins
riding the saddle of instrustry's reins
we'll paint chicago all black and white
and try to play our pieces right

the night is growing old
but i'm growing younger
this is what always to happens
when lost in the suburbs
world fair ghosts have been singing for 200 years

skyscrapers are sentinels
casting shadows from the canopy raining above
but their walls are so thick and hold secrets deep within

with the wind at my back and a brush in my hand
the highway spills paint like a river through land
we'll paint chicago all black and white
and maybe play our pieces right

we'll paint chicago all black and white
checkerboard sidewalks, how they provide
the next move, and maybe we'll make it through the night
if we play our pieces right

Lyrics submitted by Michael75

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