Things need to be different.
For you ask yourself, time and time again: "Can't I go back to the way things were?
So you wait...
To inspire you.
To make you feel destined rather than doomed.
Meanwhile, you stress -- until you can stress no more.
Yes, you know...but when will the universe catch up?
This life is too precious to give up...yet too fragile to live.
That bottle of wine might as well be water.
You leave town, but your town doesn't leave you.
So you forge ahead
Pass me that pen and paper.
It's gonna be a long night.