Hi All,

Here's something called Light Years.

All the graves are in the backyard
And people move on there’s no doubt
Now I see the changing of the guard
Separate pathways a different route

No need to wave flags in the air
The stars won’t see them anyway
I sometimes just look up and stare
Still the same sky different day

And it's full speed into the light years
Shift through all the tired dreams
There’s a new moon on the mountain
If I can fly this old machine

Take a bus to New York City
And see your face in every mile
This old Trailways is a pity
It can run but it can’t fly

And it's full speed into the light years
Shift through all the tired dreams
There’s a new moon on the mountain
If I can fly this old machine

BIAB Real Tracks / Loops:
1036: Bass, Electric, NorthernRockBallad Ev 065
1596: Guitar, Acoustic, Strumming Pop16ths Ev 065
1600: Guitar, Acoustic, High-Strung Rhythm Pop16ths Ev 065
1599: Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Pop16ths Ev 065
Loop: Chillout/Chillout - dimensions_145_choir
RealDrums: RockNorthern a:Snare, HiHat Closed, b:Snare

Thanks for listening! smile

Bob