Chicago Ii

Instrumental

I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I wanna be free of all the hurt
I wanna be free of all the pain
I want to just end these lonely hours
End these lonely days
I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I just want to be free

So when you wake up this morning
And those blues are hangin' 'round, yeah
Just listen baby
And i'll tell you what to do
I just may join you, 'neath your bed
And turn on your electric friend
Woah, and send those thoughts to me
'cause you know where i'll be
And then you can join me
In my hour in the shower
Join me in my hour in the shower

Instrumental

Dream, dream, dream
Dreams in the night
Take me back to you
The day comes
With it's grace
The morning blues again

You are, you are on a plane now
And on your way up north
Canada is so far from where you want to be
Be in california, with sunshine in your heart
But you know there are people
That you have to be
Have to be
Have to be what they say you are
What you always wanted to be
Wanted to be
Wanted to be just a man
Fulfilled but a little more free
A little more free

You are, you are in a hotel
And in your room alone
Lying there, but not knowing where you're s'posed to be
Be thinking of b-3s and leslies going round
And you know there are people
That are going to be
Going to be
Going to see what they say you are
What you've always wanted to be
Wanted to be
I only wanted to be just a man
Fulfilled but a little more free
A little more free
A little more free

Today when i awoke
The morning blues hung over me
So, i looked it straight in the eye
I jumped into the shower
For 'bout an hour
Aw it was fine
Yeah, it helps me all the time
It's soothin' to mind
Just to see those blues
Go slippin' down the drain
Now i usually have my breakfast
Which consists of tasty spam
Yeah, i could eat it all day long
But i only love one brand
And i can't find it way out here
So, i have to take a pass
And settle for some hash
What a drag, way out here
Oh, sweet sweet spam

Sing a mean tune, kid
Sock 'em in the gut, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you ever let your mama catch you cryin'

Play the bad song, kid
Everyone's the blues yeah, yeah, yeah
And the people never know you're only lying

What a scary song, kid
Never heard before yeah, yeah, yeah
Soon the groupies will start rolling by your door

Burn the groove to death, kid
Nail 'em to the cross yeah, yeah, yeah
Till you're not a super pop star any more

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When all the laughter dies in sorrow
And the tears have risen to a flood
When all the wars have found a cause
In human wisdom and in blood
Do you think they'll cry in sadness
Do you think the eye will blink
Do you think they'll curse the madness
Do you even think they'll think

When all the great galactic systems
Sigh to a frozen halt in space
Do you think there will be some remnant
Of beauty of the human race
Do you think there will be a vestige
Or a sniffle or a cosmic tear
Do you think a greater thinking thing
Will give a damn that man was here

You don't know how bad it's been
Since you been gone
Let me tell you how bad it's been
Since you been gone
People speak but i don't hear
Things all around seem to be unclear
I don't know
What will become of the love you turned off
What will become of the need you turned off

Loneliness is just a word
That's very cold
People stare but they don't see
All of the hurt that's inside me
I don't know