Gilbert works alone, late into the night dangling from a free way overpass he's welding rebar and sculpting concrete they're paving in the gap way out west in off in the distance, the sleepy city shines he raises his mask to take a look slip from the perch, still holding onto his torch i see him falling just like a burning star out of control and went drifting way off course and went drifting way off course waking up confused in a bed of thorn and a world turns upside down no questions asked, no party ever searched like a blip gilbert slips into a void a rustle nearby then a vision appears made from saguaro boots and rib grabs a hold of this prickly hand and together they stand walk on through the ruins of a world that lost control and went way off course drifting off its course