Every night I'd tell myself that I'd had enough, that I'd 
pack it in and settle down. Every morning I'd wake up, 
crawl back into the car and drive. I thought “Why not? 
Why not keep driving, There's no reason to stop”. I was 
on the road for 13 months in all, I covered just about 
the whole of the United States. It wasn't the places I 
went to were important, it was the drive. The feeling you 
get when you're going fast along an empty highway and 
everything is flashing past. You know nothing last longer 
than a moment, nothing to hold you back or weigh you 
down. When I was driving nothing could hurt me. Then I 
met you.