Oh you know that there’s something calling me dear / And by morning, I’m sure to be gone / For I’m older than you and you know so well / That our time for to love was a song (Tom Waits)

There’s machines and there’s fire waiting on the edge of town / They’re out there for hire but baby they can’t hurt us now / Cause tonight, tell you babe you’ve got, you’ve got, you’ve got my love, you’ve got my love girl / Through the wind, through the rain, the snow, the snow, the wind, the rain you’ve got, you’ve got my, my love (Bruce Springsteen)

Some say, death is the easy way and I think they’re right / Cause nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by / And I know that tryin gets nothing done and I see you’re about dry / Cause nothing gets you high, you’re poor the day you die / And alcohol it only makes you tired / But seein you feels good, and its always understood / That anything much sweeter would make me die (My Morning Jacket)