Amazing what they can put on trains these days. Full living rooms with Televisions and radios. This chair I sit in - so soft and comfortable - makes me want to just sit here and dream.

I see some people to the right of me and I know that I love them but I just cant remember who they are. But its OK I act like I do and all I have to do is smile or sing a song for a couple of seconds and they are thrilled.

I see the towns passing by like the years of my life, like the people who shared my life...I want to stop and get off yet as hard as I try I cannot stop this train...

Its cold in here and I hear a door close somewhere in the distance and feel the warmth from the furnace driving this train.

"When do we pull into New York?" I ask and get a sad look from the man I know I should know but I just cant place him.
"We are home, pop." He answers.
"So when do we get off?" No answer. I close my eyes and I fall into a dream.