Thinking about my trip to New York, and the long train ride there and back, lonely, watching the landscape flash past in the darkness, brought this song to mind…
Kathy, I’m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and I’m aching and I don’t know why
Countin’ the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America, all come to look for America…
Under An Outlaw Moon 
This is one of my favorite songs of all time, and I always make sure to play it when boarding Greyhounds in Pittsburgh.
(((hugs)))
Thank you, Nydia.