In a busy street, a man sits down   Oblivious to the traffic sounds   No chaos, no frenzied shrieking crowd   Thank God their silence, walking heads, bent down      Come when they saw us   Called it lethargy   The treadmill turns   There down below their feet      Should I pray for an end to come   Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly   Or cross the waves of an angry sea   Risking, risking and braving, braving   The shipwreck and the mutiny assailing, assailing      In a haunted doorway and from the light of day   See another life fall to ruin in pain   False smiles from even children it seems   Landlocked ground for empty and lost dreams      A league against me   I hear him say   It's not worth half the effort   Or the price you pay      Should I pray for an end to come   Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly   Or should I raise my face to the Heavens above   And tell God, dear God, stop jeering and jeering   As our human frailties and all our failings, are we failing?      Pound, pound on an endless street   Again and again the nightmare scene   All strained against the tightened rope   Not one with a lasting lingering hope      There's evidence   Everywhere you see   Put a quarter down at the newsstand   So that you can read      Should I pray for an end to come   Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly   Or should I raise my face to the clouds above   Entreating, entreating   Their mercy, some mercy      But as clouds will do, they'll rain down   First gently, gently and sweetly, so sweetly   Until they silence me   With a burst of thunder, thunder and lightning and lightning   And helpless landlocked screaming   I know god must be agreeing      It's the worst part of watching   It's the worst part of watching   It's the worst part of watching   It's the worst part      Landlocked in screaming   God must be agreeing   To be helpless is the worst   Must be the worst part of watching   The worst part of watching