Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
I
grim-faced and forbidding
their faces closed tight
an angular mass of new yorkers
pacing in rhythm
race the oncoming night
they chase through the streets of manhattan
head-first humanity
pause at a light
then flow through the streets of the city
They seem oblivious
to a soft spring rain
like an english rain
so light, yet endless
from a leaden sky
The buildings are lost
in their limitless rise
my feet catch the pulse
and the purposeful stride
I feel the sense of possibilities
i feel the wrench of hard realities
the focus is sharp in the city
Ii
wide-angle watcher
on life's ancient tales
steeped in the history of london
green and grey washes
in a wispy white veil
mist in the streets of westminster
wistful and weathered
the pride still prevails
alive in the streets of the city
Are they oblivious
to this quality?
a quality of light
unique to every city's streets
Pavements may teem
with intense energy
but the city is calm
in this violent sea