Moon beams and lucid dreams lost in an ocean of time
Floating hopes upon drifting boats sail through the mind
Horizons beckon from different direction counts are summed and cost
The future is clever in this mystic adventure all is won or lost
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Three hundred steps from the swinging bridge
North off the trail through the forest to a creek
They agreed with a kiss it was the perfect place
To carve those words in an older cedar snag
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Carolina was my first love
She's where I learned to rope and ride
The winds of change came blowin my way
So I drifted toward the Georgia line
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There was a boy named San Pedro
He dropped his wallet at the fair
When he awoke he found he was broke
And cried to his momma who said
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