Story Behind The Song

Driving a cab many years in Chicago, stopped for breakfast and wrote this song.

Song Description

As cities grow and become more "civilized", the harder it is to live in them.

Lyrics

LaSalle Street

In the glint of an April morning
In the ghost town pre-dawn grey
The clouds hide the sky and the wind breaths a sigh
As the city awaits the day
And it?s five o?clock in the morning
And silence is all that you hear
Except for the sound of the world spinning round
As the sun is drawing near

But the sun never shines on LaSalle Street
The buildings all get in the way
Watch the skyscrapers rise under newspaper skies
Immune to the light of the day

And the streets run off to the highways
And the highways take off into space
And then they come down bring the circle around
And emerge in the same old place
And it?s only a Monday morning
And it?s only some April rain
But it falls through the years just a shower of tears
As if the sun won?t come again

But the sun never shines on LaSalle Street
The buildings all get in the way
Watch the skyscrapers rise under newspaper skies
Immune to the light of the day

Some people are looking for peace
And others for peace of mind
Still others don?t care if they aren?t aware
Of the things that they never will find
But the last of the urban cowboys
Is making his final rounds
Collecting his memories of days that are gone
As he heads for the smaller towns

?Cause the sun never shines on LaSalle Street
The buildings all get in the way
Watch the skyscrapers rise under newspaper skies
Immune to the light of the day

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