Listening to: "Far from home" - Classic Crime

Somewhere along the way we made a wrong turn.
We misread the map. We're misreading the map everyday.
And most of the time it seems easier to just keep going.
But I know that if we keep going in that direction,
We're just going to get further and further away from home.
More lost.
More tired.
More hungry.
More thirsty
And we will continue to search.
And continue to wonder if we have the right directions.
But I know we won't find any satisfying destinations.

I turn around for a second. The sunrise seems so minuscule on the horizon.
But the light. It looks so tantalizing. It looks so beautiful.
But it's so far away.
Some people are crying because they think they're no way back.
But at that moment, something in me changes.
I throw down the god-forsaken map in my hands.
And I take a step towards the sunrise.
It seems to get me nowhere.
But I take another step.
And another.
And before long I'm running.
Back the way I started.
To the beginning.
I don't know where the strength is coming from.
I haven't eaten in days.
But I keep running.
The promise of the sunrise drives me on.
I don't look back.
I know there are people following me.
I hear feet slamming against the pavement.
We can make it.