sometimes you just need to close your eyes and follow your heart . behind it was a tiny room , little more than a closet , with a single light bulb hanging down over a table . there are no signs of anyone in the sky or on the train tracks or on any of the roads . we 'd go places , be with friends , talk about what we wanted to do with our lives ... but then he got hurt at work . he suddenly yelled , slamming his fist into the fireplace , which must have hurt . 