And in my dream we're on a train We sit and talk my friends and I We're passing through the autumn forest Passing by a pond
Of Swimming kid When I was young there was a painting It stood above the fire burning Well now I think I'm that painting yeah
And this is not a dream this is a beginning of long ride And after a while an awkward silence We sit and stare at one another And then I say you know where we are don't you? Don't you?