Everything...

Holiday quiet on these streets,
Except for some stubborn leaves.
That didn't fall with the fall,
And now they clatter in vain.
Holiday sky, midnight clear,
wind is high, hard to steer.
Old muffler rumbles like an old fighter plane.
In search of some rest, in search of a break.
From a life of tests where something's always at stake,
Where something's always so far.
What about my broken car?
What about my life so far?
What about my dream?
What about...