Sit on the train and make some conversation   With a stranger who looks like someone you used to know   Back in the days when stripes and plaid matched   And you’re watching raindrops race on your window   But you’re out of the storm, be thankful for that      She is reading a book in pure moonlight   And the way she smiles when she reads    It’s some strange sort of therapeutic healing   One you’re finger can’t seem to catch and pin down      Move down these crowded streets   To places that never looked so far away, far away, far away   And you feel as though you’ve been here before   Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t   It’s not an issue in this life you lead      Tomorrow is a paved road   To yesterday’s secrets waiting to be told   By someone who has no name   And has no face worth remembering      Sit on the train and make some conversation   With a stranger who looks like someone you used to know   Back in the days when stripes and plaid matched   And watch the raindrops race on your window   But you’re out of the storm, be thankful for that      Where is that music coming from?   An alley somewhere in this   City made of moving yellow cars   It seems to all make sense   In a book you can't seem to get your hands on       Hide your face in your hands   And shield your skin from the sun   "This place is far from home," you think,   "This place is not my home"      Sit on the train and make some conversation   With a stranger who looks like someone you used to know   Back in the days when stripes and plaid matched   And watch the raindrops race on your window   But you’re out of the storm, be thankful for that   Be thankful for that, it’s all you’ve got      This is Chicago, and you live here now   This is Chicago. This is Chicago   Welcome home, welcome home   No need to feel so alone