i know the hour grows late ; we have trains to catch ; we long for our homes and families and , of course , our work ... and we have friends to bury . we were seated at a small table for four against the wall . the doubt in her eyes forces me to scramble for a way out . you 're still close to your family and yet you can live your own life . that 's a flat-out lie , though , is n't it ? `` are n't you going to the ranch ? '' 