I'm not a slave to this kind of thing.

Looking out the window on a trainy day, riding the rain...

And there goes that station that is going to be gone in about 6 weeks, but oh--there it goes. Gone now past the window, goodbye.

Then there's the destination, and you walk around and your feet are just so light; it's sort of like tiptoeing around around Heaven when you know its going to be a graveyard in just a little over a month.

Well, not a literal graveyard. But dead to you, at least.

What happens when a place dies in your mind?

Does it live on, like Neil says, when you close your eyes?

Do the lights still shine down on you when you sleepwalk?

Does that neon shine down...

When it's dead does it do anything but scar your dreams?

Sitting there looking out that rainy window, you know it's all going to be gone, and you can't dwell on it. You just live it, and you keep living it, and you forget about it, because you aren't a slave, and whatever is going to happen is going to happen, and tomorrow the sun will come up, and tomorrow you will smile.

And it's going to be a good smile.

Because even if this place dies, you don't.

And you can't forget, the best thing in your life is waiting for you at home.

And she's beautiful.