Good afternoon. Chances are, you began your day like any other day. You got out of bed.
You splashed water on your face. You sat in a car, among other people, in other cars.
And you rode an elevator into work.
Our two protagonists are not unlike you.
First, Douglas Gimble, corporate real estate broker, workplace strategies, lease negotiations.
Bottom line.
Second, Preston Clarrington, trial attorney, civil dispositions, forensic evidence, scales of justice.
By all accounts, successful contributors to society.
And subscribers to the notion of progress advancing through hard work.
But Douglas and Preston were feeling the same thing you might be feeling.
Is this it?
Are we prisoners of our own routine mangled in the golden gears of capitalism?
Is there not something more real, something that is closer to the source?
Yes, the source. As their eyes traced the horizon, Douglas and Preston believed the source was out there somewhere.
They would leave behind familiarity and seek out the truth behind the unknown.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
The two associates were briefly amused at the city's bustling life with its numerous gypsies and hipsters.
But these people, these gypsters, were nothing new. Same skinny jeans, different label.
However, this revelation quickly passed as it became apparent that the city was too busy for the source.
They would need to seek answers in the village, and they would need transport.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
The village was quirky and charming, but empty playgrounds and prayers from minarets echoing around abandoned houses made them think.
Perhaps the villagers were also seeking the source. The friends would need to go deeper into nature. Surely the source would be there.
And so it began.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began, far away in the city.
And so it began.
And so it began.
And so it began.
After days in the forest, the source had still not been located. And suddenly the lads realized they felt only one thing. Very cold. They needed civilization and they needed a drink.
As such, they immediately abandoned their search and made their way to the nearest tavern for beer.
They had underestimated their thirst. But more unexpected was the message scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper clenched in Preston Clarrington's hand.
Upon waking, the answer became very clear. Ah, this was it. And it would fit in their back pocket anywhere.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.
Open up your arms and feel the sunlight on your skin
Crush your fingers, it won't leave you
That is feeling never ends
Never looking in the rear view
We're never out of time
With the sunshine in your hair
And your lover in your eyes
And you're the stars up in the night sky
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We were running through the waves
And you asked me for a sign
Said my love is like an ocean
That is sounding like a lie
Make our way around the world
Reaching every corner caught
Smiling like a river
Spinning over everyone
Beyond the stars
Up in the night sky
Up in the night sky
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no
