In a busy street 

A man sits down 

Oblivious to the traffic sounds 

No chaos 

No frenzied shrieking crowd 

Thank God their silence 

Walking heads bent down 

Come when they saw us 

Called it lethargy 

The treadmill turns 

There down below their feet 



Should I pray for an end to come 

Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly) 

Or cross the waves of an angry sea 

Risking (risking) 

And braving (braving) 

The shipwreck and the mutiny assailing 

Assailing 



In a haunted doorway 

And from the light of day 

See another life fall to ruin in pain 

False smiles from even children it seems 

Landlocked ground for empty and lost dreams 

A league against me 

I hear him say 

It's not worth half the effort 

Or the price you pay 



Should I pray for an end to come 

Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly) 

Or should I raise my face to the heavens above 

And tell God (dear God) 

Stop jeering (and jeering) 

As our human frailties and all 

Our failings 

Are we failing? 



Pound pound on an endless street 

Again and again the nightmare scene 

All strained against the tightened rope 

Not one with a lasting lingering hope 

There's evidence everywhere you see 

Put a quarter down at the newsstand 

So that you can read 



Should I pray for an end to come 

Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly) 

Or should I raise my face to the clouds above 

Entreating (entreating) 

Their mercy (some mercy) 

But as clouds will do 

They'll rain down 

First gently (gently) and sweetly (so sweetly) 

Until they silence me 

With a burst of thunder (thunder) and lightning (and lightning) 

And helpless landlocked screaming 

I know God must be agreeing 

It's the worst part of watching 

It's the worst part of watching 

It's the worst part of watching 

It's the worst part 

Landlocked in screaming 

God must be agreeing 

To be helpless is the worst 

Must be the worst part of watching 

The worst part of watching