Richard Ford - Rock Springs lyrics

And as I walked on up the cold street that afternoon in Great Falls, the questions I asked myself were these: why wouldn't my father let my other come back? Why would would Woody stand with me outside my house and risk being k**ed? Why would he say my mother had been married before if she hadn't been? And my mother herself-- why would she do what she did? In five years my father had gone off to Ely, Nevada, to ride out the oil strike there and been k**ed by accident. And in the years since then I have seen my mother from time to time--in one place or another, with one man or other-- and I can say, at least, that we know each other. But I have never known the answer to these questions, have never asked anyone their answers. Though possibly it -- the answer-- is simple: it is just low-life, some coldness in us all, some helplessness that causes us to misunderstand life when it is pure and plain, makes our existence seem like a border between two nothings, and makes us no more or less than animals who meet on the road-- watchful, unforgiving, without patience or desire.