When the time comes,
when you find yourself, when you find
your heart, in two places
when will be the time
when you find yourself, your heart
where it belongs?
I love you both, I do,
but who's to know
who's heart
will consume mine,
before the other.
I love you both, I do, I do.
Yet I love him more,
than I do a move.
I swear, I love you both, I surely do.
So which will come to choose?
The heart I reside in,
or the great move?
Choosing between two loves is quite difficult. My heart is in two places, yet my mind knows where to go. But where do I keep the line between letting one or both go? I love him, I do, but Chicago is where my dreams will come true.