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The last words of the first chapter
The clouds are breaking through
There's nothing ahead of me but roadways
And I'm coming back to you

Highways full of travelers
Cities made of steel
Cardboard people in the background,
Show me that you're real.

Hands pressed against the window
Mind on what's ahead
Goodbye to my nightmares
And the life I almost led

The trains are jolting to a halt
No where left for me to roam
I know you don't want me here
I just thought I'd tell you that I'm home.