3AM in Chicago

The ground it shakes
The hills they breathe
The sun it burns
Both of my knees
Bound and determined
To find a meaning within
While the earth keeps on turning
All around again
It’s 3AM in Chicago
Street lights they guide me to a brand-new tomorrow
It’s 3AM in Chicago
A house in the ghetto
No lights on inside
A house in the suburbs
You will hear no children cry
But who built the statues?
That look down upon us
And who prints the money?
Who gets to control us?
It’s 3AM in Chicago
Street lights they guide me to a brand new tomorrow
It’s 3AM in Chicago