The Tour

Over fences and through backyards

We tiptoe past empty boxcars

So as not to wake the bums inside

Industry that once thrived now is gone

Abandoned factories and tracks trains ran on

Are all that's left from those days

Through barbed wire fence we see sculptures in a field

We find some maps at the front gate

And walk inside to investigate

Following a stream, it leads a path

To sewer's entrance and a raft

Ever wonder how it looks down under the concrete?

Over murky water we ride

Through concrete tubes we float inside

Our voices echoing through the endless darkness

Oblivious to life above

Our minds are clear (no mental spewage)

The voice in my head is dead, maybe he drowned in the sewage

When we emerge though darkness sunlight seeps

And we all go home to sleep

Concluding the tour for this day

Other sights we've never seen

And places that we've never been

We'll find when things get stagnant again

Come on, let's go outside

And take a look and see what we can find in this city

Leave these four walls far behind