flourishes (The solo might not by in octaves but since I can't
afford all those cool effects this gets me close )
are you the plane
that shapes the board
part of a history
smoothed and worn
Ohhhh the windy weather dry spells
isn't it strange
to see my life
you must cut me down
to look inside
(second time through not so precise )
how is it i remember
knowing that i would live forever
isn't it strange
how truth can change
(second time through not so precise )