Oh, I LOVE my Dan Fogelburg album. I miss having him around. That song always reminds me of going to my mother's funeral, and my old boyfriend was there. I introduced him to my husband, and the whole time I am thinking to myself, "Am I ever glad I didn't stick with that one; he never grew up, was just as childish as he was at 20." My husband later asked me, "And how long did you date him????" I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was.