Down in the canyon, where the cold wind blows Thousands of faces nobody knows Fight with the pavement, fight with the sky Fight with the traffic passing them by Fight with the roar of the train and the crowd Fight with the din, dream of the clouds Somewhere they're hiding, but now all is white White turns to gray, and gray turns to night As beggars line up by every street light Some beg for money, others for love I beg for love. You beg for love.
Down in the canyon, where the cold wind blows Prisoners wander the columns and rows Of hubris and concrete, of anger and glass Waiting and wishing for Friday to pass And you're by the stoplight, and it's flashing red And you're flashing white and it's hitting my head And as you raise your arm, all the columns divide And I see something blazing of fire inside A fire of life, a fire of love.
Down in the canyon, where the cold wind blows The frost hits our fingers and shivers our toes Yet beggars find warmth by the fire they make And you smile, and I smile, and that's all it takes.
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