Driving slow in the Chicago rain
I swear the city, man, was calling my name
I saw an angel hang her head in shame
One hundred proof was running through my veins
I took the exit to the midnight lake
I pulled my ride up next to a lonely face
So tell me mister, where's the place to be?
You know he smiled then he laughed at me
Can't you see?
I got no answers for you,
Baby, You're On Your Own
I met the old man down on Broad and Main
He sings his songs but they all sound the same
One day he told me he was in the war
He lost his soul down on the D-Day shore
Oh man
So I got no answers for you,
Baby, You're On Your Own
It doesn't hurt to keep a little faith
Even if you got to kneel and pray
If I could tell you I found the truth today
I would pass it along your way
