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?