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   Pay to get in, pray to get out