The sun is standing still for them Standing still for the streams of dreamers. Dreamers streaming down the roads to somewhere else. From somewhere that has become nowhere destroyed by the money men, the vultures who feed on their misery. Dreaming of escape. Dreaming of a future, any future. Dreaming of better things to come. Dreaming of the life they once had. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. Dreaming of returning when the sun comes up again, hoping it shows more than the vultures that follow them circling overhead waiting patiently for those left in a nightmare.