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