"here's the day you hoped would never come don’t feed me violence, just run with me through rows of speeding cars the paper cuts, the cheating lovers the coffee’s never strong enough i know you think it’s more than just bad luck" imogen heap - "speeding cars"
I've never done this before promises, promises, i'm enjoying the illusion and the things my body says. Now you see me, now you don't oh, how well you disappear what are you running from and may i interfere?
I only apologized to you to make you feel better but i think i've outgrown that horsehair sweater. I'd rather be on my own. You're bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers, but pain will roll off like water on feathers.
I am the Highway by Audioslave reminds me so much of Chris McCandess and his travels on the road. When Chris left society to go on an adventure to Alaska, Chris never felt like turning back nor did he want to. And he sure didn't feel any pity for what he was doing when he first started he journey, it wasn't until he was in the magic bus in his final days did he feel pity.