How come that you are here
And how come that you still breathe?
'Cause I've tried so hard to make it stop
I've tried so hard to put it out
And so, there's not any ways I can go
There's so many questions as
How come that I am here?
How come I'm asking
'Cause I won't let them let you run
And I will rise above this all
And I - but still you ask for
When still you ask for
When still you ask for more
BILL EVERETT: You speak pretty good English
HOWARD WILCOX: Well, that's because this body I'm in, I'm not him.
But I've got his memories besides my own.
I know everything that he knew.
That includes his language, your language, of course
BILL: Well, if you have his memories, you must know his name
HOWARD: Yeah, sure. Howard Wilcox
BILL: Well you wouldn't have anything to verify
That, identification, driver's license, or something?
HOWARD: I don't need it, I know. But if you want proof...
Driver's license on top, other cards under it,
Social Security, couple of club memberships, things like that
BILL: Howard Wilcox, 614 Brenmore Street
Where will you go
This freedom fever
Will bring you down
Will only ever see the way
Run away
Where will you go
This freedom fever
Will bring you down
Will only ever see the way
Run away
And there's so many ways you can go
And there's so many hearts
That will join the flow
And there's so many reasons
To keep on believing
Don't stop your believing
And there's so many ways you can go
There are so many hearts
That will join the flow
There are so many reasons
To keep on believing
Don't stop on believing
To keep on believing
Don't stop yourself
BILL: Is that your address?
HOWARD: It's Howard Wilcox's address, yes. Of course,
I remember it because I remember everything he knew, but...
I am not Howard Wilcox. And I don't want to talk about him.
I want to talk about ME. The REAL me. Not this... body I'm in