No red light can stop me

I love it when one thing needs to another, but then you have to go back and think about how things got where they are, and where it all started. 

This feeling happens with real, important events that can affect your whole life from that point, but sometimes it’s only small things that make you feel like you’re falling down a rabbithole.

In this case, I’m talking about a song.

( It all started with Warehouse 13. )