Dear Chicago
Author: Ryan Adams
Studio Versions: 2 - Gold Outtake Version / Demolition Version

Official Appearance:

 Demolition -- Ryan Adams
Unofficial Appearance: The Suicide Handbook -- Ryan Adams
Fool's Gold -- Ryan Adams

Alternate Demolition -- Ryan Adams

Note 1:

 Ryan Adams to Uncut Magazine: "Another from The Suicide Handbooks and another heavy song.  I wasn't sure about love any more.  It's reflecting on the same thing I always do-past romance.  It's saying I think I've fallen out of love with you and I'm feeling good about it. I'm free.  For a second."

Note 2:

 At the 12/07/01 show, Ryan mentions that this song was
meant to be the final song on Heartbreaker.

Played Live:

05/09/01

 03/13/02 12/03/03 09/13/04 04/28/05 02/15/06 06/28/07
12/07/01 09/28/02 12/09/03 09/15/04 05/21/05 02/17/06 06/29/07
10/01/02 12/13/03 09/19/04 06/11/05 02/21/06 07/14/07
10/03/02 09/20/04 06/17/05 02/24/06 07/19/07
10/04/02 09/22/04 07/27/05 04/23/06 07/21/07
10/05/02 09/23/04 08/05/05 04/24/06 07/24/07
10/07/02 10/01/04 04/26/06
10/08/02 11/13/04 06/23/06
10/10/02 11/16/04 07/20/06
10/13/02 07/21/06
10/14/02 07/22/06
10/15/02 07/23/06
10/16/02 07/27/06
10/18/02 07/28/06
10/20/02 07/29/06
10/22/02 08/01/06
10/23/02 08/02/06
10/24/02 08/03/06
10/26/02 08/04/06
10/29/02 09/08/06
10/30/02 09/09/06
11/06/02 09/17/06
11/07/02 09/19/06
11/09/02 09/21/06
11/11/02 09/22/06
11/13/02 09/24/06
11/15/02 09/27/06
11/17/02 09/30/06
11/18/02 10/03/06
11/20/02 10/05/06
11/21/02 10/06/06
11/23/02 10/07/06
11/24/02 10/09/06
11/26/02 10/10/06
11/27/02 10/11/06
12/01/02 10/13/06
12/04/02 10/14/06
12/05/02 10/15/06
12/08/02 10/16/06
10/18/06
10/21/06
10/22/06
10/23/06
12/04/06

Lyrics:

 Dear Chicago,
You'll never guess.
You know the girl you said I'd meet some day?
Well, I've got something to confess.
She picked me up on Friday.
Asked me if she reminded me of you.
I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
Said "that's impossible to do."
My life's gotten simple since.
But it fluctuates so much.
Happy and sad and back again.
I'm not crying out to much.
Think about you all the time.
It's strange and hard to deal.
Think about you lying there.
Those blankets lie so still.
Nothing moves out here in the cold.
Nothing breathes or even smiles.
I've been thinking some of suicide.
But there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss.
Every kiss you wasted bad.
I think the thing you said was true,
I'm going to die alone and sad.
The wind's feeling real these days.
Baby, it hurt's me some.
Never thought I'd feel so blue.
New York City, you're almost gone.
I think that I've fallen out of love,
I think that I've fallen out of love,
I think that I've fallen out of love . . . with you.

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