(1998 words - Adam A., music - 6012)

"the city's a towering inferno." said the old man
as he bent down to pick up anything
"I've been trapped here for nearly 20 years,
and I can't seem to find my way outta this place!"

"the walkway's a towering inferno." I said in my reply
"I just keep my head down, still it makes me sick.
I just keep walking 'round the corners
always staring at the pavement
just walk around in circles - always pick up the pieces!"

old lady still sleeps on her park bench
it's her bed, her home, her everything
she's still got her feather quilt yeah, it's still expensive
a towering inferno -
a broken heart.