another chapter is written in the book of out
  lives another quill is broken clogged with the
  same dead ink another chapter is written I think
  we're going on twenty six it took a noreaster to
  break the silence that night snowflakes fell as
  big as golfballs foreshadow the mood for my
  journey first was the flames shot out of a
  stoplight the sky lit up there was an oak fallen
  from grace in the middle of the road and we were
  forced to turn around and you were there we
  rolled down out window s we're climbing back into
  whatever it was we fell out of you said we had a
  falling out but now we're going to fall back in
  you were late for breakfast.