The Light Dies Down On Broadway - Genesis

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

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

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