Gunslinger - Metcalf

www.facebook.com We were going fast and deep, 18 knots at 400 feet. Somewhere in the Northern Atlantic, sometime in December and you better fucking believe that the sea is cold and deep. We started taking water aft in main seawater bay Flooding, flooding in the engine room, she was going down, so light em' up boys, one last smoke, one last time I made it to the forward escape trunk and popped out, rocketing towards the light. When I surfaced, I was the only one that made it, I was the only one that survived... I swam for the shore, I swam for my life I swam for my girl I swam for our life I hit the beach hard, broken and battered and beaten and bruised. I clawed at the sand until my fingertips bled to drag myself out. Sun-burned and dehydrated, I made it to the street, so I looked for a ride, then I looked for a cab, I stuck out my thumb, but I guess that was broken, too. I looked down and started to lace up my boots. I was coming home to you. I ran and I ran until the soles started to melt off my feet Down side roads and main roads and across interstates I ran until my lungs screamed and my legs turned to rubber, I ran so hard and I ran so fast, I couldn't breath as I rounded the corner to your street and made it to your house and knocked on your front door. You smiled, and he kissed you goodnight. "Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out ...