We put our bags in the trunk and our hearts on our sleeves and set out to discover this miserable country. I stayed up nights with you in the pa**enger seat, and that sunset in new mexico was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Your witness, your ghost.
We all turn into the people we hate, so I guess your son will be just like you one day. This is something that I hate to say, but I mean it and I feel it every day. Tie a rope around around my intentions...
I have only myself to turn to.
We are such tireless men, so slow and sad, the sweetest men to have ever been had. She said a man must partly give up being a man, I guess by now I understand.
Linger on, for what I've touched, I can not hold.