On December 16, 1961, The World turned upside down and inside out, and I was born, screaming, in America.
CUT: Tower Bridge – The Horse and Rider cross The Bridge, approaching the camera
It was the end of the American Dream, just before we lost our innocence irrevocably,
and the TV Eye brought the horror of our lives
into our homes for all to see.
CUT: The rider dismounts upon a cobblestoned street, and leads his horse past the burning shells of televisions.
FX: howling wolves
I was told when I grew up,
I could be anything I wanted –
A Fireman, a Policeman, a Doctor.
Even President, it seemed.
And for the first time in The History of Mankind, something new called
an 'Astronaut.'
But like many kids growing up on a steady diet of Westerns,
I always wanted to be The Cowboy Hero :–
That Lone Voice in The Wilderness
fighting Corruption and Evil wherever I found it,
and standing for Freedom, Truth and Justice.
CUT: The Dark Rider throws a lighted match into an oil drum full of newspapers.
And in my Heart of Hearts,
I still track the remnants of That Dream,
wherever I go,
on my never-ending ride
into The Setting Sun.
