we split
totally quit
took off took a cab went
to lunch
detours paramours (here no more)
we're gone (so long)
other places golden traces burned
by the self-appointed authoritative
church
(who's church not mayan)
snuck off cleared out no trumpets
shout no plain fair
(fairly drawn
we're gone)
take it, embrace it, grab your maze
crazy whites
tonight's our flight
(alright a flash
no sight)
cashed in, to the wind
where we've been
will not be where we'll be
see?
-- douglas brent smith
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