A painted scene view of a street A large city, no crime, no deceit An autumn day, pastels and grace Buildings loom, ominous, hold them at bay The image haunts though no one wants Caged in serenity as freedom taunts Always an autumn day, pastel and gray Can't reach the buildings holding me at bay Pay to get in, pray to get out See the wind blows, everything's frozen Still life of peace, a life they've chosen Wanting the wind, the snow or the sun Trade in freedom for a world that has none Pay to get in, pray to get out. (Help me out) (x2)