I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me And even though there’s no way in knowing where to go I promise I’m going because I gotta I gotta get outta here And I’m begging …
June 2008. Bergen, driving up through fjords, past Christiansund, to Trondheim and then back down through Hedmark to Lillehammer, sleeping in cabins, talking to no one.