stuck in the crowd. arms pinnned down. it's day again. day after day, you push your way in, just to get out. yellow and gray and red, and gray again. fog burns off to the west. the motors whine. the wall at your back. the burns on your suit and hands. they crawl on your skin once you're in. had to get out. yellow and gray and red, and gray again. while they stand alone, waiting for home. ten to a line. now it's day again. the fog burns off to the west. you push your way out again. and climb to the sun.