Chanson écrite par: Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Mike Rutherford, Steve Hackett, Tony Banks
Struggling down the slope,
There's not much hope.
I begin to try to ride the scree,
but the rocks are tumbling all around me.
If I want John alive,
I've got to ditch my fear-take a dive,
While I've still got my drive to survive.
Evel Knievel, you got nothing on me.
Here I go!