Fighting traffic in west end alley 
Past the tanks that are rolling out 
Past the riots and the last gasp rallies 
Past the places where the truth came out 
And outside the city's sinking 
And outside the days are marked 
Every light is fading, blinking 
One by one they are going dark 
I know you think I'm the panacea 
But tonight can be my friend 
Sit with me on your midnight rooftop 
Wait with me while this story ends