Vārdi: Go It Alone. Cold Winter.

Do you recall the lean times through the winter months. When we could see our breath in our rooms at night, our determination was all that kept us alive. Young and angry, half crazy with nothing to lose, fighting for a life with a pulse. Hungry and hopeful, scraping the bottom, but looking up. Broke, but not broken, vicious in our lust for something more. Don't you want something more? Sometimes it seemed like the winter would never end, but we always knew there was warm weather ahead. We'd see the world again through highway eyes and it would feel like all we'd ever known were the lines on the road. "Something's gotta give!" and even when it did we gave everything. We wouldn't give in.