Isn't it funny, even with toys   And all of the money   People will still come out to see   Lights in the sky, and over the lake   On the fourth of July   Isn't it funny, isn't it funny   Isn't it simple after all      CHORUS:   Goodnight Chicago, you have skies   As red as any summer   Goodnight Chicago, you are mine tonight   Goodnight Chicago, you have eyes   As bright as any child   Goodnight Chicago, you are mine tonight      Picturing that, I went to the movies   And everyone clapped   Heralding justice, hoping for change and   Spilling their soda   Will we remember walking back downtown   When we're surrounded by all of the shopping   Isn't it something, isn't it silly after all      CHORUS      Flying home Friday, over the buildings   And I did it my way   Leaking from someone else's ears   Cut him some slack   Look out the window, you're not coming back   Isn't it funny, isn't it something   Isn't it simple after all      CHORUS      Goodnight Chicago (x3)   You are mine tonight