I was on my way home. From high school. Stuck at the crossing. I dug in for a duel. But at the last moment. I buried the brakes. My life split in two directions. Into two separate fates. I got on the last flight. To Amsterdam. But couldn’t hit the runway. So we took off again. “Aw there’s no need to worry”. The captain cut in. “The winds are less angry. Over in Berlin”. You know it’s true. The other shoe. It waits for you. What can you do?. Remember to show gratitude. The darkest night is nothing new. Sonny’s got a problem. All the mini-mart clerks know. She knows nothing of Eminem’s. Suburban gangster flow. Oh maybe it’s random. How each moment unfolds. It didn’t feel like the wrong time or place. Until they cut off her clothes. A sunny feeling is taken away. A sunny feeling is taken away. A sunny feeling is taken away. A sunny feeling is taken away. I’m on my way home. From my high school. I’m always contemplating. Why the kids are still cruel. Oh. The kids are still cruel. A sunny feeling is taken away. A sunny feeling is taken away. A sunny feeling is taken away. Some of the feeling gets taken away