Like Clementine, I guess.

Had a dream this morning. A scary dream. That I had Alzheimer's. That I was driving a car. And I couldn't find my way home. Had a feeling that home was nearby. But felt I was trapped in a labyrinth. No matter what turn I took, it was the wrong street. And I was gonna try to get to the point where I started from. Thinking that might jog my memory. But I couldn't find my way back. To any place. I was lost and gone forever. Like Clementine, I guess. --Jim Broede