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.