Chicago - Hot Streets текст песни

Hot streets down below me

All the people moving slowly

As they search each others faces

For a trace of hope

Concealed beneath their laughter

And its only love theyre after

Mountains lie before me

Skies ahead are looking stormy

As the highway driver braces

For a race with time

To reach a destination

Of his own imagination

A child of the sky

A rider on the wind

I can fly

A prisoner of time

A dimensional crime

Lost am i

Winter stars above me

With a woman who can love me

And moonlight swept embraces

Fill my space with joy and peace

The sweet vibrations

Of a lovers celebration