Please don't leave this small town boy right here,   Because I can't stand another trip with you gone.   And I know you want to find yourself my dear,   But I just don't know if I can go on.      The air gets colder up north.   The wind blows stronger than before.   Oh, and I hope to hear you're doing well,   But as for me, well it just hurts like hell.   The windy city blew you away from me.      One month, two and a half weeks,   I have to know if you're coming back.   I count the days even though it kills me,   This way I can get my life on track.      Last night you called and I remembered your words,   You said: Chicago's not that far if you close your eyes and open up your heart.