I saw him coming like a lightning in the sky. And he was young, and powerful, he was beautiful. He was the guy in the storm. He came form, above our heads, I used to said, and whenever he hear this he would sigh . I just wanted to whisper "I missed you" and hear him laugh. I felt like it was a huge funny ironic joke. And that it didn't really matter. Who gives a shit? I don't. Don't-ya?
You wake up and people gets kicked out of their houses, they lose their jobs, and at the same time tens of millions of people are sleeping, and tons of them are laughing, and some of them are crying, and lots of them are eating, and some lucky ones are fucking. And who gives a shit?
Babies are being born, people is getting married, people is getting divorced, people is getting into a new relationship, people is getting out of and old one. And people is dying.
And the sun is raising, and falling, and the ties are going up and down, and the clouds are running the skies, and it's starting to snow, starting to melt, starting to rain, there's a thunderstorm.... And the sky is above our heads. That's the truth baby.
That's all I wanted to tell him. But I just looked at him.
And he smiled.