It was the car on the road that everybody swerved to avoid 'cause they thought he was driving drunk, but he was only daydreaming about the future without his wife, whose body was in the trunk.      Is it normal to tip the sad-eyed woman in the toll booth? Brighten up her starless night? She hands the change back to you and says, "no, thank you, darlin'. I'm alright. I'm alright.      Reconciling split languages, birthdays, and long-term mortgages. Nations have gone to war for less. Last words: "I can't live like this."      "Well, you don't have to..."   "Well, you don't have to..."      I thought that we were building something.    I thought that we were building something.    I thought that we were building something.    I thought that we were building something.   Something.