"Dear Chicago, you'll never guess, you know that girl you said I'd meet someday? Well I've got something to confess. She picked me up on Friday, asked me if she reminded me of you--I just laughed and lit a cigarette, said 'that's impossible to do.' My life's gotten simple since, and it fluctuates so much--happy and sad and back again--I'm not cryin out too much. I think about you all the time; it's strange and hard to deal. I think about you lyin' there, and those blankets lie so still. Nothing breathes here in the cold, nothing moves or even smiles. I've been thinkin' some of suicide, but there's bars out here for miles. Sorry 'bout the every kiss, every kiss you wasted bad. I think the thing you said was true--I'm gonna die alone and sad...
The wind's feelin' real these days, and baby it hurts me some. Never thought I'd feel so blue; New York City you're almost gone...
I think that I've fallen out, of love,
think I've fallen out of love...
think...I've fallen out of love, with you."
