I know some people might think this a sad song, but these are lyrics from one of my favourite songs. I always feel revitalized and reminded of the possibility of picking up the pieces and moving on when I hear this song.

From Atlantic City, Bruce Springsteen:

Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City