39th And Glisan
by Answer, The· from Getting Even
The night is cold, and I've been down this road before. Alone and empty handed, dead inside and stranded. Looking for something I can understand, searching for answers or a fucking plan, anything. If this is all there is, then I quit. I'm making my escape, I'll take my shot. For the chance to breathe again, tonight we'll get it right. Racing the rising sun, now there's no turning back, looking for something real. And if this is all there is, then I fucking quit. I fucking quit.