Just another dollar, just another day In the Windy City, that's the Chicago way Keep your head low, play the game Justice is blind, but knows your name Across the rusty train tracks, beneath the steel skies In the heart of the city where the truth lies Silent voices, weary and worn Crying for justice in the city where they’re born Hard times in the Windy City, echoes in the night Searching for peace, in the harsh spotlight Hold onto hope, with a grip so tight Begging for a tomorrow, free of this fight {end}
