Gilbert works alone, late into the night
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Dangling from a free way overpass
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He's welding rebar and sculpting concrete
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They're paving in the gap way out west
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In off in the distance, the sleepy city shines
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He raises his mask to take a look
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Slip from the perch, still holding onto his torch
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I see him falling just like a burning star
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Out of control
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And went drifting way off course
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And went drifting way off course
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Waking up confused in a bed of thorn
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And a world turns upside down
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No questions asked, no party ever searched
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Like a blip gilbert slips into a void
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A rustle nearby then a vision appears
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Made from saguaro boots and rib
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Grabs a hold of this prickly hand
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And together they stand
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Walk on through the ruins of a world
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That lost control
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And went way off course
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Gilbert
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| Calexico |
