That same old train comes roaring by once every week .
My Corey's coming. No more sad stories coming. She's my midnight-moonlight-morning-glory; you're coming aren't you girl? And like I told you, when she holds you, she enfolds you in her world.
Sit down, kid. Where should I begin?
You know my favorite, though you know I like all the others, but I love the way you tell me about your Corey the best.
Are John Joseph's stories true?
Old John was born here; he's lived here all his life. But I'm afraid he's never had a woman, let alone a wife. And very soon you'll find out, if you check around more, that no one named Corey has ever lived in this town.
I asked people around town if they knew anyone named Corey and they said that there's never been anyone named Corey in this town.
Ah, what do they know? Reality is only just a word.
Who's he talking to?
If you're a relative, he had a peacful end.
Is that John Joseph there? It's about time he got some rest. My name is Corey. You can say I'm just a friend.