#65 the wisdom of the rails

i was a big d major add 9 chord as i rolled over western new york lush green with vineyards plumping fruit fit for spirits and ghosts clickity clack you can’t go back clickity clack you can’t go back then writhing trapped in my four-foot duffel bag world racked in agony long on the tracks i had to empty myself of everything clickity clack you can’t go back clickity clack you can’t go back bhagiti beaver fallls, ny 6.23.07