A homeless guy, sleeping in an alley, is awakened by "sounds", and gets up from the concrete as the newspapers and plastic scraps he used to try and stay dry, fall from around him. The "sounds" quickly come into focus as music from a local pub. Confused as to the origin of the music and cold and wet from the rain, worn clothes, etc... he walks through a dark long alley in slow measured steps, following the source of the music. As he turns a corner, he sees a warm glow of light from an Irish pub. He approaches the pub, though he realizes he is usually not allowed inside, due to his smelly clothes and unwashed appearance and so he is apprehensive. He nears the door, just for a hopeful curious glimpse, wanting to look through the door's windows, not understanding why the place is open with music at such a late hour, when normally it would have been closed down hours earlier.
He peeks through the door, but sees someone coming and feels he should get off the steps, but at :46 the person he saw reaches him at the door, and rather than looking angry and shooing him off, instead, the man in the pub offers a smile and an extended hand and walks him inside, giving him the prime place at the main bar. He is surrounded by smiles and warmth and comfort, and as he looks around, begins to recognize the faces of other homeless people which he knows from around the city. Many are there this night, but not all.
Having taken this all in, he is trying to make sense of what is happening, and begins wondering more about where the others are, the ones he hasn't seen inside the pub yet. He glances through the door's windows back out at the street, and at around 2:25 the scene is taking me through the pub's window, back into the cold night, where clouds of darkness seem to be passing through every street and alleyway, while in the midst of this, others are still being drawn to the music and making their way through the dark clouds to the pub, but some refuse, ignoring the call of the music and preferring to stay where they have made their beds, even though it is cold and dark.
All this is playing out toward the end of the song, where at 4:48 one "hold-out" is just laughing at all the others trying to warn him, but just as quickly as he laughs, a voice admonishes him from the dark cloud and "poof" he's gone.
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Hey, an Irish pub for some, would be a perfect "heaven".
