| My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs | 
| I’ve got a ticket in my pocket says I’ll make it out of here | 
| And I came by here just to tell you good-by | 
| I can see it in your face, you don’t want to know why | 
| I made up my mind late last night | 
| That I would leave your city behind | 
| Oh, and love is not in question | 
| When you’re holding the answer | 
| In your cold heart and your closed mind | 
| You’ve got a cold heart and a closed mind | 
| Out in these streets these people are angry | 
| Well, they push and shove one another aside | 
| Well, I worked from the heart and you worked for the money | 
| But I paid the price for your will to survive | 
| I made up my mind late last night | 
| That I would leave your city behind | 
| Oh, and love is not in question | 
| When you’re holding the answer | 
| In your cold heart and your closed mind | 
| You’ve got a cold heart and a closed mind | 
| Chicago roars like a midwest hurricane | 
| I see that storm in your eyes | 
| One of these mornings when you’re making your way | 
| Just gonna wash you out with the tide | 
| My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs | 
| I’ve got a ticket in my pocket says I’ll make it out of here | 
| And I came by here just to tell you good-by | 
| I can see it in your face, you don’t want to know why | 
| I made up my mind late last night | 
| That I would leave your city behind | 
| Oh, and love is not in question | 
| When you’re holding the answer | 
| In your cold heart and your closed mind | 
| You’ve got a cold heart and a closed mind |