Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City

Going home is going to be really weird. Sometimes when I sit really still, like a few seconds ago, the beating of my heart makes my upper body rock back and forth, only slightly, but I feel it. I bit all my nails to the point where there's nothing more to bite. I read the first pages to almost every book I have waiting for me to read and am not interested in any. I still can't sleep at night. I'm afraid of going back to New Jersey. It's not going to be right.