We went running with the wolves. It's time for us to go. Left all our clothes with the car back by the road. We were running for a reason- for the burning in our veins. We were running for a reason. I just need to get away. We're running with the wolves. We're screaming at the stars. We left all we own in a hole in our backyard. We were running for a reason, left our cubicles in little flaming piles. We were running for a reason. I need to feel something different for just a little while. I'm not coming home, I'm staying with the wolves. You can burn all my mail and disconnect the phone. Tell Mom I'm sorry- sorry for leaving, but I'm staying where I'm at. We're running to find meaning. We're gone, and we're never coming back.