Motorcycle Diaries 404

[Pre-Chorus 1:]
I feel like my life is fuckin' over
You can't expect an eighteen year old to know where to go
When you've stripped him of his support
And all he's got is his last resorts
Just last week after graduation
Sarah came to me in exasperation
Said, "Floyd, I'm sorry to you tell so late
But I'm moving across the country next week"

[Chorus:]
Life
Life comes to you
In tiny little fragments
You gotta piece them together
Before they fall apart
And when the times get tough
We'll just break together
I know I'm gonna find you
Somewhere in the open

[Verse 1:]
Now I've only got one thing left to do
I've gotta make my way all the way out to you
Across the interstates, across the United States
And I've only got a motor bike to make the race
Down from this beaten home in San Francisco
I begin to make the trek and leave this bloody wreck of my home
Out in the back, I move away from all I've known
'Cause I haven't got a single reason to stay here alone