Gotten so good at hiding it / Even he does not admit it / That glittering flash in his eyes / Makes it look like he might be alright / If the blues are you hunter / Then you will come face to face / With that darkness and desolation / And the endless depression [...]

And this ain’t no place for the weary kind / And this ain’t no place to lose your mind / And this ain’t no place to fall behind / Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try (Ryan Bingham)