The Streets of Philadelphia.

She said you left them. She said you're still making the same mistakes, the same ones that made her leave you all those years ago. But she's always had a habit of lying to me. Telling me things she thinks I'd rather hear. And this time I hope she's lying. I hope she's lying because wherever you are today, I hope you are happy. I really hope you are happy and have learned from your mistakes and have people who love you and children who have grown up to adore you. I really hope so.


We made something out of nothing. We made a mess of this place, and now there's nowhere to go. To everything that is, and to everything that will never be.