She phoned home hoping not to blow this out of proportion, but she let herself down and couldn’t keep the tears off her cheeks. She’s been losing sleep for weeks and her spirit’s losing ground. The spirit is a bone and it breaks if you’ve a heart of gold, but it takes more than what I’ve told. Love is all this girl has ever known. She’s miles from home and on her own, but she’ll reach for a hand to hold like you’ll stare at the sun for warmth in the bitter cold. You’d better keep your cool. When those tables turn, shit can get cruel. It’s not always easy to relieve the weight that’s been building up for years. You see, the gears are in motion like they’ve always been but now it’s clear. And the clear sky rolls the clouds past the horizon and over the ocean.
There are sounds we’ve never heard, there are terms you’ll never learn, but you’re expected to play along like it’s your job. And it’s contingent upon your attention to detail. Yes, the devil’s in the details, but we may as well all have horns and tails if this train derails. We are drowning in the same boat, fighting the flood to stay afloat while we empty the hull of the treasure that’s a burden in measure.