[DIFFERENT RADIO STATIONS PLAYING]

[MUSIC - "ANOTHER DAY OF SUN"]

WOMAN: (SINGING) Ba ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba bah-ba, bum bah bum ba, ba-ba ba-ba-bum ba-ba, ba ba bum. I think about that day I left him at a Greyhound station west of Sante Fe. We were 17. But he was sweet, and it was true.

Still, I knew what I had to do, because I just know. Another Sunday night, we sink into our seats right as they dimmed out all the lights. The technicolor world made out of music and machine, it called me to be on that screen and live inside each scene.

BOTH: (SINGING) Without a nickel to my name, hopped a bus, here I came. I could be brave or just insane.

ALL: (SINGING) We'll have to see.

WOMAN: Because maybe in that sleepy town, he'll sit one day. The lights are down. He'll see my face and think of how he--

ALL: --used to know me. Climb these hills. I'm reaching for the heights and chasing all the lights that shine, the lights that shine. And when they let you down, it's another day.

You'll get up off the ground. It's another day. Because morning rolls around, and it's another day of sun.