| Song | The Light Dies Down On Broadway |
| Artist | Genesis |
| Album | Genesis 1970-1975 |
| 作词 : BANKS/COLLINS, PHIL/GABRIEL/HACKETT/RUTHERFORD | |
| As he walks along the gorge's edge | |
| He meets a sens of yesteryear | |
| A window in the bank above his head | |
| Reveals his home amidst the streets | |
| Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint | |
| The smell of acid on his gun of paint | |
| As he carves out anger in a blood-red band | |
| Destroyed tomorrow by unknown hand; | |
| -My home | |
| Is this the way out from the endless scene | |
| Or just an entrance to another dream | |
| And the light dies down on Broadway | |
| But as the skylight beckons him to leave | |
| He hears a scream from far below | |
| Within the raging water, writhes the for | |
| Of brogher John, he cries for help | |
| Teh gate is fading now, but open wide | |
| But John is drowning, I must decide | |
| Between the freedom I had in the rat-racee | |
| Or to stay forever in this forsaken place | |
| Hey John! | |
| He makes for the river and the gate is gone | |
| Back to the void where it came from | |
| And the light dies down on Broadway |
| zuò cí : BANKS COLLINS, PHIL GABRIEL HACKETT RUTHERFORD | |
| As he walks along the gorge' s edge | |
| He meets a sens of yesteryear | |
| A window in the bank above his head | |
| Reveals his home amidst the streets | |
| Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint | |
| The smell of acid on his gun of paint | |
| As he carves out anger in a bloodred band | |
| Destroyed tomorrow by unknown hand | |
| My home | |
| Is this the way out from the endless scene | |
| Or just an entrance to another dream | |
| And the light dies down on Broadway | |
| But as the skylight beckons him to leave | |
| He hears a scream from far below | |
| Within the raging water, writhes the for | |
| Of brogher John, he cries for help | |
| Teh gate is fading now, but open wide | |
| But John is drowning, I must decide | |
| Between the freedom I had in the ratracee | |
| Or to stay forever in this forsaken place | |
| Hey John! | |
| He makes for the river and the gate is gone | |
| Back to the void where it came from | |
| And the light dies down on Broadway |