When a wild good chase takes you two hours away in the shape of a lemony truck, you certainly, certainly make lemonade.
To walk around where the cool kids are; by their bars, on their paths. Eating nachos and beer cheese, cinnamon rolls and coffee in the dark.
Singing take it to the limit….one more time. Trying to stay awake, and not for a minute, forgetting what happiness is.
Not the most important thing, but nothing to take for granted.
Far from home, but home (thank the Lord). And another night to share.