She despises the direction the city's been going in. She rises above it all, cause after all, someone's gotta go free, And someone's got to follow The river... Escape from New York. Escape from LA. Take it from me, leave London. You study your Braille. You listen to the hail outside. A comedy of souls. A plot thick with holes. In a windowless room on the outskirts of town, overlooking The river... You're living, you're breathing. You're living, you're breathing. You try to believe in, but you don't believe. You want 'em to go, they never leave... Lily-colored livers, the rich man shivers for reasons unknown in the wind. "I'm over before I begin, " he says. "I'm over before I begin to go, " He says...