Gilbert works alone, late into the nightDangling from a free way overpassHe’s welding rebar and sculpting concreteThey’re paving in the gap way out westIn off in the distance, the sleepy city shinesHe raises his mask to take a lookSlip from the perch, still holding onto his torchI see him falling just like a burning starOut of controlAnd went drifting way off courseAnd went drifting way off courseWaking up confused in a bed of thornAnd a world turns upside downNo questions asked, no party ever searchedLike a blip gilbert slips into a voidA rustle nearby then a vision appearsMade from saguaro boots and ribGrabs a hold of this prickly handAnd together they standWalk on through the ruins of a worldThat lost controlAnd went way off course