fly away from the city of bitter cold , to the lost land of love . the voice brought him back to reality . when he doesnt want me to know something , he just makes me forget it . his gaze hung on the last car allowed to cross . my mother used to say he had a sick-obsession with wars-that all men did . i mean , its not like nineteen and sixteen ( almost 17 ! ) `` are you done with the pep talk ? 'are violins more expensive than ballet shoes ? ' right up to the dash board ! 