Caught up in a sea of memory's fondness
Giving in to the pull of its sheltering calm
Those stars did look like ours for the taking
Our backs on that warm Carolina road
Dreamed wild thoughts as vertigo set in
Stood to walk on in those southern nights
Tempted by addiction to give us identity
These hallowed grounds, now sacred place
We stayed to see those hazy mornings
Settling our nerves for our chattering days
Paced out the empty mindedness - as happens
Captives and keepers upon our returning
Distance now measured by cesium's decay
Charmed implications of our own actions
Balanced it all in our tenuous youth
Under dark of nights, heat of days
