Let's Get Outta Here
Just like in the movies, I am taking you by the arm and we are headed out the door, it’s probably raining and everything is monochrome, burn holes in the margins of this scene. I hear the roll of film clipping as we move outside, ducking under newspapers. You might stop to light a cigarette. Things are changing. So sweetheart, where are we going? Now we’re on a highway, the...