| Radiate |

I come from just the other side of nowhere

To this big time lonesome town

They got a lot of ice and snow here

Half as cold as all the people I've found

Every way I try to go here seems to bring me down

I've seen about enough to know where I belong

I've got a mind to see the headlights shining

On that old white line between my heart and home

Sick of spendin' Sundays wishing they were Mondays

Sittin' in a park alone . .

— Johnny Cash

Done