He follows a small path running along the top, and watches the tube bobbing up and down in the water as the fast current carries it away however, as he walks around a corner rael sees a sky-lig
Ove him, apparently built into the bank through it he can see the green grass of home, well not exactly; he can see broadway

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

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
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 to run, arms wide open, to the way out at this precise point in time his ears pick up a voice screaming for help some
S struggling 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