:23:03
Well, maybe it can be.
:23:06
No. It's just a dream I held
on to for way too long.
:23:12
I'm happy here.
I don't need him anymore.
:23:15
We should go. Are you coming?
:23:18
No. I promised my editor
that article by next week.
:23:51
Jesus, it's 4:00 in the morning.
Do you mind?
:23:54
I know. I'm sorry.
:23:56
Music helps me concentrate.
:24:04
Springsteen' like
this garage-mechanic poet.
:24:07
You can feel the sweat in his voice,
the grime in his guitar.
:24:11
When he sings, I see steamy streets...
:24:14
...lovers groping hands...
:24:16
...busted fenders.
:24:18
The dirt is under his nails
and the clairvoyance in his eyes.
:24:30
Jesus, Lizzie,
you haven't slept in days.
:24:35
I had it perfect before.
:24:37
I know I can get it back.
:24:41
His words twist and grind and
hammer out a story for the brain...
:24:45
...but his guitar and voice go
straight for your heart.
:24:48
Music bellows from his insides, and
out comes the struggles of the world.
:24:53
Springsteen'
like this garage-mechanic poet.
:24:56
Music bellows from his insides.