Here, not There

7:30AM: Stuck. The right side of the car is completely blocked up in snow from the plow.
Shit. I've got to get out of here!

"Cause on the surface the city lights shine,
They're calling at me, 'come and find your kind'."

I got out of there, but I wonder about those who didn't and keep a fascination with those
who are comfortable staying. Aren't they just a little bit itchy for the outdoors?