A man and woman are walking down the street of a nameless suburban city. The air is filled with flakes of snow swirling around them as if inside a city-sized snow globe that’s being gently shaken. Their hands are clasped together as they make their way through the deserted cityscape. The stars are covered by the thick clouds that cast an orange glow through the sky. The falling snow dampens all noise save for the dull crunch of the snow under their feet. Their breath crystalizes and hangs in the air before being swept away by the wind.
“I have to tell you something.” She says.
“What is it?”
“I love you…”
He stops and smiles. “I love you too…”
“…but I can’t be with you.” Her interruption hangs in the air as thick as their breath. But it’s not being blown away. It just hovers in the air, stale as it stares Him down.
“I don’t understand. What are you saying?” His heart comes up through his throat. He chokes it back down.
“Listen to me. What we have is too beautiful. It’s too easy. We will get married and grow old and die side by side. This is not what you want.” Her statements fly out of her mouth like bullet points on a piece of paper. His stomach burns. “You want to be challenged. You’ve been chasing happiness as long as you can remember. This isn’t giving up. This is me giving you what you need. I’m leaving you. Now come find me.”
His head drops. He stares at their boots, and then closes his eyes. He was an expert at pretending to be sad. He brings his head back up to see nothing but falling snow. His eyes dart through the powder covered streets. Nothing but abandoned buildings and frost –covered windows. Where did she go? He spots a flicker of red out of his peripheral vision. It has to be her coat. He takes off, faster than he even thought He could move. He flys down an alleyway, turning a corner and loses his footing. The pain he should have felt when he slammed against the ground didn’t register. His heart is pumping like pistons in an engine. Adrenaline is flowing through his body like electricity through power lines. He smells her perfume as he picks himself up and follows the curving of the alley. He feels alive. He has purpose again.
This is a story of forever chasing something that you aren’t even sure exists. It's a story about following memories and tailing ghosts in the night. These are the songs for the tired traveler who just isn't ready to stop moving yet.
You go on ahead for a while. I would like to just follow you a while.
Nothing comes to rest on the chest of those always running. And in this life I have been blessed by the starcrossed maps that kept me moving.
No one wants to hear what you dreamt about unless you dreamt about them
There's a ghost in my room and he says I better run
Don't hold me too tightly by the reins. For I will kick and I will buck and I will run right out the nearest open gate
I'm just a dreamer, but I'm hanging on. Though I have nothing big to offer.
My heart's running 'round like a chicken with it's head cut off. All around the barnyard falling in and out of love.
While you were sleeping I played a ghost in a sheet. When our frames collide, there's nothing left to be.
I don't wanna try it unless you think it's hopeless.
You can't get here fast enough. I will swim to you.
My dream girl don't exist. She's just a photograph in a history book.
I can pretend I don't care for you like I did then. That'll make a drink a man's best friend.