He yearns for where it all began
A small town on the side of the world
Where if you stray too far from home
You might spill out into space
Or what's left of it, anyway

He uses umbrellas, not to stop the rain
But to shield his scars from the dark of day
The cars streak past like comets
Telling platinum tales of redemption
About a fruitless, squandered, life

He takes the stairs because it's faster
Town Square is abuzz with frivolity
The shadows on the walls dance
With their partners and paramours
And he climbs to the idyll of his dreams

He bears witness to apocalypse
A listless world torn from foundations
Starlight crashes from heavens above
Careening into eyes held wide open

And he finally jumps...

...to prevent himself from falling