You say to the man in the mirror, why, why can't you be loved like everyone else. And then you realize you've been on several forms of mushrooms for the past few days and your head is getting dizzy and you don't feel so good. It's a shame the road always ends this type of way. You keep travelling for a long period of time, and eventually you get stuck in Nobu on the other side of the world taking mushrooms with a quiet girl with a big blue hat. "Mister," she tells you, "Mister I'm not looking for love." Thank God you aren't either. It's a simpler life that way. Never looking for love, always finding some kind of trouble. You've been to jail now three times, never for exactly the right or wrong reasons. It doesn't matter, you're never in town long enough to check, and for whatever reason people don't communicate with each other. All you have to do is run far enough away and you're on the other side of the planet.