Chicago - Robert Fripp

I smile like Chicago

She laughs like the breeze

I try so hard to charm her

With minor mysteries

I collide with her softness

With the whispers and pleas

Echoes of her movements

Delicate obscenities

It’s a one quarter rain dance

Half of it’s prayer

It’s a simplest romance

Rattles high in the air

She’s the gentlest pretender

I’m a clown on a spree

Still it’s sweet to remember

The way it might be

I smile like Chicago