You traveled with me for twenty years, my weary friend. In this rest, I hope you'll make your amends. I saw your trifles, read the exposes. Moved by passion, I once wanted the same: to own the world while you rent another's home. But who pays the price for that chance to be alone...sometimes there's far, far too much...in a song for your heart, it can turn the days that you wait for into dark...and when you long for the touch, from that one thing you love, you might as well wait for tomorrow to become today...