The blanket of black as nighttime falls

Diminishing remains of the modern scene

Fade away as shadows dance along the walls

Is the shining city really so pristine?

 

As a cold wind blows, the smiles fade to dust

Fires heat the streets and cast a haunting red glow

Dead cars and trucks whose lives drip with rust 

If you think a city is pretty, what do you really know?

 

Angels turn to demons when the sun goes down

A hopeless man loses his only daughter

She tries to stand up, but only falls back down

Loses herself to darkness that bought her.

 

Like shackles crush down on a jailbird

Will there be salvation from this weight we bear?

Tales are told, but lies, all we've heard

When will we be free from the urban snare?

 

But as the young morning wakes, a light is shed

Illumination of Newport and Clark

The music of the streets will never go dead

In time, we will be saved from the dark.