Jag slår ett slag för Martha Wainwright.

There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them
I love them I need their love
There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory