The rain keeps coming down. Market street is all washed out and I could use a change of clothes. Now we're all staring up at this tree. For a moment I think I saw some humanity and I was hopeful. What are they wishing for? I want to know. Marley, did you ever free yourself from the shackles? There's a lot of us down here that want to know. I think we all could learn a little from those spirits. Oh past, oh present, oh future...save us. Lights and fog hidden city. A village veiled by enchantment and I just want to soak it in. Hark the Angels we heard them sing. If there's any angels down here they certainly won't take our mess back. Save us from the hate in our hearts. From the doubt in our bones. From the fear in our minds. From each other.