Gone to Croatan
By M.A. Littler

There are places no train can take you to
A secret tunnel leading to terra incognita
A coup d’etat of the mind
Far from psychic imperialism and the war machine
Don't come looking for a man that doesn't want to be found

A nomad of the spirit
I'm off to Croatan
Locate my whereabouts and I’ll disappear into the badlands of the mind
Invisible and unpredictable even to myself
The spirit can’t be jailed

Outlaw tactics
The modus operandi of the free
The lost colony
The school of night
Eldorado
The fountain of youth
Don't come looking for a man that doesn't want to be found

A nomad of the spirit
I'm off to Croatan
Home of fellahin buccaneers
At war with all the world

Gather the orishas The father who knows the secrets is calling
Power lies in disappearance
And there may be wisdom to be found on the path of pleasure
Don't come looking for a man that doesn't want to be found

I'm a nomad of the spirit
I'm off to Croatan

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