Gone to Croatan

You won't find us washing with the tides from crowd to faceless crowd
Nor dreamless in the mills where years are ground to dust
You won't find us between white walls, where the lights are always on
While through a distant haze consuming fires rage
You won't find us, we'll be gone

Long, long gone, gone
Long gone, gone, gone

Are you out there sheltering a spark in the storm all alone?
Or hoarding your damage? It seems it's all you have of your own
Are you out there in sorrow, in longing, in desperate straits?
Doing your time, waiting for a sign
Some part of yourself already gone

Long, long gone, gone
Gone

You won't find us
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