Ghost Train RadioThe World Suddenly Looks Different
From my Wuthering Heights
The world looks different up here
I've gained another year
So bring on the Holiday Cheer
Like an old guitar
Made of cherry wood
Its now understood
What I can't and could
From my cat bird seat
The place I strived at last
Has now come to pass
Time has gone so fast
We are always yearning
Looking for that road
For that secret code
To the Mother Lode
In the wormwood scrubs
Time's like outer space
I seem out of place
Lines across my face
Life's a dungeon tomb
Yet the sun comes up
Shining in our cup
More than enough
Bad cold or allergic reaction to acacia – but I plodded along anyway.
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