Rusty cyclone fences, intimidate our dreams
Everybody’s looking beyond the fence it seems
There’s a big dog down the alley
Ain’t no short cuts here
And it’s raining on my glasses
Inner city fear
Miracle on 45th street, childrens stockings overflow
It’s that crystal grass that crunches when the morning mist has froze
And when the sky was open
Another star explodes
It’s that distant light we’re all reachin for
As we travel down this wild and tragic road.
So send your spirit flying
Through the land of no escape
It’s that emptiness we’re all filling
As we overcompensate
And please stay by the main road
And don’t forget to check your guage
And stay within the limits
Of your inner,
Of your inner city cage