Gilbert works alone, late into the night

Dangling from a free way overpass

He's welding rebar and sculpting concrete

They're paving in the gap way out west

In off in the distance, the sleepy city shines

He raises his mask to take a look

Slip from the perch, still holding onto his torch

I see him falling just like a burning star

Out of control

And went drifting way off course

And went drifting way off course

Waking up confused in a bed of thorn

And a world turns upside down

No questions asked, no party ever searched

Like a blip gilbert slips into a void

A rustle nearby then a vision appears

Made from saguaro boots and rib

Grabs a hold of this prickly hand

And together they stand

Walk on through the ruins of a world

That lost control

And went way off course