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.