What if what you do to survive kills the things you love?

We gotta get out while we're young, 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

The artists we love, they put their fingerprint on your imagination, and on your heart and your soul.

A great rock band searches for the same kind of combustible force that fueled the expansion of the universe after the big bang. You want the earth to shake and spit fire. You want the sky to split apart and for God to pour out.

Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely, hey, that's me and I want you only.

When I was young, it was sort of built to intimidate. Even on this very local level in this very small church in this small town, it still held that sort of - held you in the palm of its darkness.

We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool, stay out all night, it's gonna be alright.