I've built my bridges
And burned even more
Forgotten more than I know
Now that we've drifted
So far from the shore
I'd rather weigh anchor and go
Seven years dissonance
And one more of song
With barely a penny's reward
Seems there's a difference
‘tween where we belong
And where we have come to be moored
300 days and 300 nights
Seems like a thousand or more
So after 300 days and 300 nights
Can't there be 300 more?
Sleeping in gutters
Has lost all its charm
The rain never fails to find me now
Unwilling passengers
Men overboard
We'd swim if we just knew how
300 days and 300 nights
Seems like a decade or so
So after 300 days and 300 nights
I'll call this place home no more
When the smoke rises from our graves
They'll sing no songs in our honor
Departing the faithful seems untrue
But I've no one left to save

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