I go to loud places to search for someone to be quiet with, who will take me home.
You go to loud places to find someone who will take you higher than I took you.
I go to those places where we used to go, they seem so quiet now, I’m here, all alone.
You go to new places with I don’t know who, and I don’t know how to follow you.
You’re in ecstasy without me, when you come down I won’t be around.

Ventimiglia, Italy (2015)

TransAmerica Trail