When I was a young man, I lived in New England. I was sleeping on porches. Well, okay, I guess I weren't really sleeping. Officer, I know where we're going by the way the cuffs shine. Hell, sometimes, home is any place that's dry. Any place that's dry. I was working on Main Street, washing rich people's dishes. Get off, have some drinks with the waiters, fall asleep under county bridges. It was cold, it was wet, I would have sworn to you it was fine. Hell, sometimes, home is any place you find. Any place you find. A little bit older I moved across the country, running from old habits. Well, okay, I was running from most things. I swear that the desert's going to be the end of me when I look in your eyes. Hell, sometimes, I think home's wherever you die. Any place you die.
