A man builds a city With banks and cathedrals A man melts the sand so he can See the world outside

(You’re gonna meet her there) A man makes a car (She’s your destination) And builds a road to run them on (Gotta get to her) A man dreams of leaving (She’s imagination) But he always stays behind

And these are the days When our work has come asunder

And these are the days When we look for something other

—U2, "Lemon"