Quando alguém nos conhece, conhece.

Mesmo à distância, mesmo quando décadas passaram, é bom saber que alguém, algum dia, me conheceu e me recorda com carinho.
Maybe one day, I'll have a reason to stick around.

I'm gonna hop on that train today    I got nowhere to go but no reason to stay  In four years I've traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles    And the wind keeps pulling me out    Maybe I go because I'm chasing something   Maybe I go because something is chasing me    Maybe I leave because I've yet to find someone   To look me in the face...     And say  Stick Around    I want you next to me    Stick Around    There ain't no reason for leaving  The road's been hard boy but I'll never bring you down    Stick Around  Postcards and Road maps    Empty alleyways, cigarettes     Five miles till my next exit    Then I'll be singing to a room of strangers    I miss my family  I miss my brother    I wonder if his son is ever gonna know me    I wonder if I'll have a son I could call my own    I wish someone would hold me down and say  Stick Around    At least occasionally    Stick Around    There ain't no reason for leaving  This life's too good boy and I think you're missing out    Stick Around    So I'm gonna hop on that train today    I got nowhere to go but no reason to stay    In four years I've traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles  Maybe one day... I'll stick around

Estou a precisar urgentemente de me ligar. Só não sei a quê/quem/como. Mas, foda-se!, é urgente.