(Words & Music by Peter Cetera) Why, why, why won't you sympathize And tell me where you're coming from? My, my, my, don't you realize We're not lovin
(Words and Music by Robert Lamm) I'd rather be rich, it sounds a little funny; If diggin' a ditch would earn me lots of money, I'd dig like a fool in
(Words & Music by Robert Lamm) You thought you had me in your pocket, But I never could be bought; I avoided traps you set out; Too many have been caught
(Words & Music by Peter Cetera) All alone on the road near the other side of town; In the dark of the night and the rain was fallin' down; Up ahead,
(Words and Music by Peter Cetera) Wanted to show I'm a man; Say the word and I'll tell you again; Wanted to show I'm a man you can rely upon, That's
(Words and Music by Robert Lamm, Danny Seraphine and Peter Cetera) I thought that you thought that we thought we were bound to each other, But it's
(Lyrics by Robert Lamm, music by Robert Lamm & Peter Cetera) A chauffeur dressed in gray, holds a sign, in leather gloves, With instructions to meet
(Words and Music by James Pankow) How many times have you told us: "Rome wasn't built in a day; We can believe in the White House; Everything's cool
(Words and Music by Peter Cetera) I recall the look in your eyes, and the way that I felt When I heard you say, "Where did the loving go?" Funny how