Train-Quincy Mine-Keweenaw Peninsula

Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain
You know I can’t believe we’ve lived so long and are still so far apart
The memory of you keeps callin’ after me like a rollin’ train
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
Bob Dylan