New York City.
Did you ever wonder why men of the Night’s Watch take their wives and father no children? So they will not love. Love is the death of duty… What is honour compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? We all do our duty when there’s no cost to it, honour comes easy then. But sooner or later, in every mans life, there comes a day when it is not easy. A day when he must choose.
Reach for the stars, so if you fall you land on a cloud.
Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave ‘em around…
Do you think about me now and then?
‘Cause I’m coming home again.
Maybe we can start again.
