Go Down Knowing On A Chi Town Night

Asked I am why I ask so many questions about why.
I ask because a gap is how it is between you and I.
Between you and yourself, him and her, us and them.
And no one is asking the whys about wheres we've been.

It's what we know, and all we pretend not to know.
Because life is, thank God, still like it is in Chicago.
A town where everbody knows everything; and nobody knows nothing.
That's what cops hear in Chi-town, when they go sniffing around.

In Chicago everybody knows everything, and nobody knows nothing.
We know it all. We know it not, that's our story should we get caught.
And we' sticking by that to the bitter end. That's all folks, enemies and friends.

Who knows the deal on how it went, between you and me. Do I know?
Who knows how it went down between you and the mirror. Don't you know?
Who knows how it went between him and her, us and them. Do we?
All we know is the gaps separating the sides. Don't we, though.

Like it is in Chicago, on the north side and the south, suburb and city,
Indifference and pity, dark and the light, black and white, the living
and the closed mouth. Poor pretending rich, the high class go slumming,
Everybody knows ever thaing; and nobody knows nothin.

Know a popular tune? Whistle it when you walk past Graceland Cemetery
On Chicago's northside, not so far from the night life in Uptown.
Sing it to those lying in wait, their ears are cupped to the ground
Listening for songs the tongue-less want to but can't sing merry.

Gracelanders at rest lying where now they know so much,
No longer at last so troubled by all that they cannot touch.
While everybody around knows it all, knows ever damn thing;
Ain't nobody knows nothing about the coming night's sting.

Go down knowing on a Chi-Town night - step aside shadows,
Jump from pool to pool of flickered street lamp light.
What you do not know, what you do and deny as foresight
Waits for you, waits - makes you want to take flight.