1900

You please just show me

where it ends?

It was all very fine on

that gangway. And I was grand too

in my overcoat

I cut quite a figure

And I was getting off

Guaranteed

That's wasn't the problem

It wasn't

what I saw that stopped me, Max

It was what I didn't see

Understand?

What I didnt' see

In all that srawling city

there was everything except an end

There was no end

What I did not see was where

the whole thing came to

 an end

The end of the world

You take a piano

Keys begin

The keys end

You know there are 88 of them

Nobody can tell you any different

They are not infinite

You are infinite

And on those keys, the music

that you can make is infinite

I like that

That I can live by

You get me up on that gangway

and you roll out in front of me

a keyboard of millions

and billions of keys that never end

and that's the truth

Max, that they never end

That keyboard is infinite

And if that keyboard is infinite

then there is no music you can play

You're sitting on the wrong bench

That's God's piano

Christ, did you see the streets?

Just the streets.

There were thousands of them

How do you do it down there?

How do you choose just one?

One woman

One house

One piece of land to call your own

one landscape to look at

one way to die?

All that world

just weighing down on you

You don't even know

where it comes to an end

I mean, aren't you ever

just scared of

breaking apart

at the thought of it?

At the enormity of living it?