Just 3 miles from the rest stop and she slams on the breaks. She said I tried to be, but I'm not and could you please collect your things. I don't wanna be cold, I don't wanna be cruel, but I gotta find more than what's happening with you and if you'd open up the door. She said: while you were sleeping, well I was listening to the radio and wondering what you're dreaming when it came to mind that I didn't care. So I thought hell if it's over then I had better end it quick or I could lose my nerve are you listening, can you hear me. Just 3 miles from the rest stop and my mouth's too dry to rage. The light on shining from the radio, I could barely see her face. But she knew all the words that I've never had said, she knew the crumple up promises of this broken down man and as I open up the door...

Não consigo escrever agora. Sirvo-me aos cantos de grilo, pássaros, latidos e o barulho absurdo da casa à frente.