Theater is silent, lights are dim Curtains parted, kid about 10 Standing on the corner, lookin' forlorn Backpack droopin' below the shoulders Hair is greasy, the pants are torn high- Waters, with a patch in the knee Half tucked-in, a stretched out tee says A.K.W.A.R.D. Looks into the crowd and begins to speak Children we all are New as the morning Wild the dreams we entertain. Winding paths we travel Offer endless possibilities. CHORUS Short Bus riders, Pick me up to. They don't want me, On the big one Let me come with you. Forget about the theater, It's a TV Set Streets are empty, Slick and wet Kid about 18, Dressed in fatigues Get out the elevated subway train Unlock a ten speed and ride off, in the Rain, montage ridin' 'round Fact'ries, ware'ouses, shipyards, and broke down Trucks 'n cars. stoppin' at da' brown Door. swing open to da' sound Soft is the gaze and Softer the heart that's Roaring in it's lair again. Creatures of the jungle all come Out tonight and shake the trees. Forget about the theatre, Forget the TV It's a full hallucination, On L.S.D. A glowing apparition,Emerges from the trees It might be a figure from your childhood religion Maybe from a story when your mama used read you to Sleep. You can't quite recall but it Feels like a happy ghost, and you smile Touch your companion who yav loved for a while But ya both been livin in a state o denial Beasts of the east Come feast on the meats 'Till only tactile sense remains. Sanctify the libertine all Tangled up in exstacy. Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI