” And if you drive, drive your car fast and hard a million miles / Well you might finally find yourself alone way out there on the highway” (Jim White)
Following those lights out of the tunnel to the dark end of the street. Into the night. That’s where we all meet. You can’t return to hell with borrowed wings. And you & I know hell is where the story begins. Right at the dark end of the street, captein!
(sometimes there’s nothing better than driving through any city at night. encapsulated in that metal shell and surrounded by nightlife and natural darkness and man made light; listening to some old song …. sometimes there’s nothing better for guys like us, Fritsch ….)