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Started in a dream from which Rick hasn't awakened.
FJ Ventre, Bass; Ed Butler Percussion


I don’t remember getting on this train
Already out of town along the bay.
The seats are pretty comfy though
I’ve got some food from home:
Some bread and cheese, an apple;
I’ll sit and watch the shoreline slide away.
But I don’t remember getting on this train.

I never bought a ticket for this train.
Conductor smiles and nods as he goes by.
I ask when the next station is
“Don’t worry you won’t miss it:
You’ll slow way down before you stop
That’s how you’re gonna know.”
And I don’t remember getting on this train.

If I weren’t on this train I’d be out there on the tideflats,
Rake and wire basket digging clams.
Back to the cottage kitchen where the chowder pot is simmering,
Mom and Barb are cackling ‘bout the butcher’s jokes today.
But the laughs I hear are just two gals behind me to my right,
And I don’t remember getting on this train.

Just got back from sittin’ with my Dad.
He’s ridin’ just a few cars up ahead.
He still enjoys the ride, the gentle rocking side to side,
“Look how the sunlight hits that hill
Remember when we climbed it ?”
“Not that one Dad, but yes it surely looked like it that day ...”

And look who’s here beside me now
It’s so long since I walked you home!
You let me take your books, I couldn’t think of what to say.
But here now we can talk about our trials and our travels,
And sit and watch the golden fields roll by.
Still, I don’t remember getting on this train.