I can see for miles across this concrete wasteland From the tops of the trees and to the seas I can see for miles across this concrete wasteland From the tops of the trees and to the seas They have all grayed with age The broken will of man has become routine and has stretched beyond the horizon They have all grayed with age The broken will of man has become routine and has stretched beyond the horizon A long path A long path that was once a destiny The city streets are a maze in our minds That was once a destiny The city streets are a maze in our minds, our minds A never-ending puzzle lost in a dream I pray for those who walk these streets That they may see the tops of the towers
And expand their conscience I beg they open up their eyes and bear witness to this crumbling city But some things may never change Some things may never change The sun sets on the metropolis as only streetlights Illuminate its collapse Mesmerized by illuminated skies The towers linger as if watching us fall The sun sets on the metropolis As only streetlights illuminate its collapse I beg they open up their eyes And bear witness to this crumbling city But some things may never change Some things always stay the same But some things may never change Mesmerized by illuminated skies The towers linger as if watching us fall