Flying over Chicago

Bare trees line the white snow

Day light fades and lines of cars flash

Across the night in red and gold

What a view from my small window

What a view from this small window

On the way another new home

Looking out on streets I'll come to know

And different faces but they'll remind me of

Those I love far from here

Crystal water in a blue dream

Stretching further than I can see

I try and try to swim all the way

But must learn to use my body well

You wake me with your gentle cooing voice

For all I long

For far more I rejoice