Well, it's six a.m. on a winter day and it's raining a storm outside. And I'm steppin' out onto the black stone pavement from my prison of lonely nights.
“I got a dash-mount compass that won't direct. I got a "get rich" guru that calls collect. I got a psychic advisor saying "get a lifeguard". I'm getting bad vibes off of your deal-a-meal card... Tell me why their words ring hollow?”