As he walks along the gorge’s edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear
window in the bank above his head
Reveals his home amidst the streets

Subway sounds, the sounds [bad word] The smell of acid on his gun of paint
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
- my home
Is this the way out from the endless scene?
Or just an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies down on broadway

His heart, now a little bristly, is shaken by a surge of joy and he starts [bad word]  arms wide open, to the way out at this precise point in time his ears pick up a voice screaming for help some
S [bad word] in the rapids below it’s john

But as the skylight beckons him to leave,
He hears a scream from far below
Within the raging water, writhes the form
Of brother john, he cries for help

He pauses for a moment remembering how his brother had abandoned him then the window begins to fade - it’s time for action

The gate is fading now, but open wide
But john is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
Hey john!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where it came from
And the light dies down on broadway