I look at you and see
My life that might have been:
Your face just ghostly in the smoke.
Theyre setting fire to the cornfields
As youre taking me home.
The smell of burning fields
Will now mean you and here.

This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.

Ooh, the thrill and the hurting.
The thrill and the hurting.
I know that this will never be mine.

I want you as the dream,
Not the reality.
That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me,
But Im looking back over my shoulder
At you, happy without me.

This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be.
This is what I need.
This is where I want to be,
But I know that this will never be mine.

Ooh, the thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.
The thrill and the hurting,
It will never be mine.
It can never be.
The thrill and the hurting
Will never be mine.


Ne ide ova pesma stalno na njenom drndavom media player-u. Samo ponekad, kad poželi da je džin od 200 metara i da joj je svaki korak dug 5 km. Takvi trenuci su sve redji, ali kad dodju, onda je mnogo tužna i ne ume da plače. Ona nikad nije naučila da plače...jer se plaši da se džin ne udavi i tako nikad ne dodje do onog univerzitetskog grada o kome samo ponekad sanja...i kome zna ime.