歌手:Genesis
专辑:《Genesis Archive 1967–75》

There's something solid forming in the air
And the wall of death is lowere in Times Square
No-one seems to care
They carry on as if nothing was there
The wind is blowing harder now
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the winshield on the freeway