I go home to the coast. it starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain. Im not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes, see this rolling wave, darkly coming to take me, home,

And I never been so alone, and Ive never been so alive.

I'm driving a stolen car

on a pitch black night

and I'm telling myself

it's going to be alright.

I'll drive by night

and I travel in fear

that in this darkness

I will disappear.


-Bruce Springsteen.