the street was rushing beneath
this is the fastest way i know
where all the cars move backwards
and giant alley trees will grow again
i cut across the city's backyards
counting cracks along the concrete
and every blade of grass will make me sneer
when all the fields dried up
tens of comfortable years ago
i made this journey once before
and the city fed me long enough
to put a weight around the middle
this is apparent affluence
left in a pack when i was little
then i got pulled apart from closest friends
there was a door on my horizon
and silver sparkling rays were pouring in
so i sneaked away on soft hands
another world in the making