There is a place you can go, down a street where cars go fast and there is a lot of nothing surrounding the lonely road, where trees frame your path and you are the only living creature in sight.

Then you follow a curve in the road and the whole lot of nothing turns into a small town, nestled between trees and an empty corn field.

In that town there is a street

And on that street there is a house

And in that house there is a room

And in that room there is a bed

And on that bed there is a girl

And in that girl there is complete and utter sadness.