I used to slide in San Francisco,
Everything there was dark and dirty;
Today, we're in the Town of Middle,
And I note, the timer reads twelve-thirty...

CHORUS:
Young girls are coming to the Chasm,
And in the mornings I can see them walkin';
I can no longer keep my mind closed,
And I can't keep myself, from followin'...

At first, so strange to feel so friendly...
To say "Good morning" and really mean it.
It's like, there's ice cream all around me...
Why not stay on this world, to eat it?

(CHORUS)

We stand here gathered at the Chasm;
While peaceful people try to kill us...
Guess we'll just have to take the plunge now;
Hope it's less filthy than Bruce Willis...

The Sliders exit from the Chasm,
To the sound of the Ice Cream Lady kvetching;
I can no longer keep the tube on,
Nor can I keep myself from retching...

- Blinker