That happened to me one night on the Oregon coast, with Train Song. My friend and I took the day off to go to the beach and were driving back at night towards Portland via 101. Train Song came on as we drew close to Astoria, at the mouth of the Columbia River:
All the way home we felt we had a chance
To review the coulds before we were born
And to invite a new game of can'ts
Absorbed in the clouds a voice from afar said
"With the right device you can make a pattern grow
Or you can tune up your car"
So far, so good. Great day at the coast, spiritual freedom, we're driving...
So we stayed on the train admiring the time
As the lights of the city drew near
We drank a little wine
The lights of the city were the lights of Astoria across the water at night. We'd had a few microbrews and smoked a bit earlier that afternoon, and were pleasantly blissed and mellow.
They were blurry and green outer space in between
With a depth and a form unclear
Then we saw it up ahead
A flickering lantern lit up on the tracks
In the rugs that had covered up the bridge
From the banks of a river to the bed
Of the valley upstream to the place we live
We crossed the bridge over the bay and entered Astoria, then headed upstream on the Columbia towards home.
The glass on the lantern cast back the sightOf a drive-in movie we drove by below
We saw where we'd been in the pictures within
Projecting all the places we would go
So we follow the scene and flowed up your steps
To a smooth wooden floor in a trance
The train whistle melody woved through the trees
And in through the door to signal the turns of a dance
Tell me those aren't some of Phish's best lyrics. What a way to glide home after a fantastic day outside.
Thanks for letting me get all personal. Train Song is one of my favorites and the timing of that song on that trip couldn't have been better. I still remember how my friend and I just drove without speaking, listening to the song and looking out the windows as though the world were being born anew, and just for us.