Lyrics Fly On A Windshield - Genesis

Fly On A Windshield

There’s something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.
Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle.
Each time he dares to take a look, the wall has moved another block.
At the moment when he thinks he’s
maintaining his distance from the wall, the wind blows hard and cold slowing
down his speed.
The wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust
off the surface, throwing it into Rael’s face.
More and more dirt is blown up and it begins to settle on Rael’s skin and clothes, making a solid layered coat
that brings him gradually to a terrified stillness.
A sitting duck.
The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,