Flying over Chicago Bare trees line the white snow Day light fades and lines of cars flash Across the night in red and gold What a view from my small window What a view from this small window On the way another new home Looking out on the streets I've come to know Looking out on streets I'll come to know And different faces, but they'll remind me of Those I love far from here Crystal water in a blue dream Stretching further than I can see But must learn to use my body well But must learn to use my body well You wake me with your gentle cooing voice For all I long, For far more I rejoice