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?