Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey Lyrics for the Single Soul

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 Sometimes, a song just sings to you. Other times, you make up your own lyrics to cult classics.

You know the song, Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey.  It’s a classic.  Sure to have everyone at the bar belting out the lyrics.  As I was driving alone one day, I still had my marketing cap on and got a little creative.  With remixing the lyrics to describe my singleness in Chicago. Which, I shall now refer to as: Journey Lyrics for the Single Soul. (Don’t worry, I am NOT trying out for the next season of American Idol).

This post isn’t a flashback of memories or a deep and dark revelation.  It’s simply a feel good, funny, no-wonder-Laura-is-single, type of post.  Without further ado, bust out your faux microphone and sing along…

 

Just a small town girl

Livin’ in Wrigleyville

I take the redline to go everywhere.

 

Lookin’ for a city boy,

Someone that  I can annoy

He’ll take the CTA almost everywhere.

 

I sit around in my living room

Smelling of wine and nice perfume

Sitting alone night after night

It goes on and on and on and on.

 

Strangers waiting

Up and down Michigan Ave

singles lurking

In the night.

Darn Streetlights, creepers

Lookin’ for just a nice guy

Hidin’ somewhere in the night.

 

Workin’ hard for a wine fill

Clearly lacking flirting skills

Desperate for a nice guy

for just one date.

I try to win

Like the Cubs, I always lose

Chicago, I’m singin’ the blues

My single days roamin’

It goes on and on and on and on.

 

Strangers waiting

Up and down Michigan Ave

singles lurking

In the night.

Darn streetlights, creepers

Lookin’ for just a nice guy

Hidin’ somewhere in the night.

 

So, let the  Journey Lyrics for the Single Soul preach on as the anthem to singles everywhere –

Don’t stop believin’!

journey lyrics

 

 

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