The seeds are planted here
But they won’t grow
We won’t have to say goodbye
If we all go
Maybe things will be better in Chicago
To leave all we’ve ever known
For a place we’ve never seen
Maybe things will be better in Chicago
Well It’s braver to stay
Even braver to go
Wherever she goes I go
Maybe things will be better in Chicago

What we need the lord will give us
All we want we carry with us
You know where I can be found
Where the rainbow hits the ground
I’m not alone
I’m not afraid
This bird has flown from his cage
There’s so much magic we have known
On this sapphire we call home
With my coat and my hat
I say goodbye to all that
Maybe things will be better in Chicago
Maybe things will be better in Chicago

Tom Waits: vocal,banjo,piano,guitar,percussion
Larry Taylor: guitar,bass
Marc Ribot: guitar
Keith Richards: guitar
Casey Waits: [bad word] Clint Maedgen: saxes
Ben Jaffe: trombone,bass clarinet
Charlie Musselwhite: harmonica