I'm waiting in Chicago for the midnight train
With all the in between people, right on the edge of the faith
I take a seat in the corner & the wheels starts to roll
At the lakeshore line, right down of the sight
The great lakeshine silvery and bright
New york city is waiting on the other side of the night
Winter whistles at the window,
I'll be going where the wind blows
I wake up in the wild mess, there's no froze or snow
I watch you from the diner ?? to where people go
I'll make my best friends these days from the people that I don't know
And the lakeshore line cracks beneath the winds
Sings in the line
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