Dusty day dawning
Three hours late
Open the curtains
And let the rest wait.
My mind goes running
Three thousand miles east
I may miss the harvest
But I won’t miss the feast.
Chorus
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again
And it looks like you’re gonna
Have to see me again.
Illinois...oh, illinois.
South california
Your sun is too cold
It looks like your hills
Have been raped of their gold.
I should have come out
When I was first told
This lamb has got to
Return to the fold.
Chorus
Illinois-i’m your boy.
Flat on the prairies
Soil and stone
Stretching forever
Taking me home
’cause I’ve got a woman
Who waits for me there
And I need a breath of that
Sweet country air.
Chorus
Illinois-i’m your boy.
"Illinois" by Dan Fogelberg
Running in the wrong direction
Isn't it a long way home,
People with the wrong intentions
Isn't it a long way home.
City, you are dying real slow
Country, you are calling me to go.
Smokestacks, I don't need you no more
I'm gonna fly...
To where the sky meets the land
And the living is not planned
And the children can laugh just
Cause they're living.
I'll send for you
If you ever want me to
But you'll have to find
A whole new way of giving.
Running from the noise and poison
Isn't it a long way home.
Wounded by a law man's toy gun
Isn't it a long way home.
City, no more shadows to be seen.
Country, all the sunshine you can dream.
Smokestacks spew your sour-smelling steam
I'm gonna fly.
To where the sky meets the land
And the living is not planned
And the children can laugh
Just cause they're living.
I'll send for you
If you ever want me to
But you'll have to find
A whole new way of giving.
"Long Way Home (live In The Country)" by Dan Fogelberg