8. beaches

They’re chopping up the air

Soaring into sunset down our beaches

That’s the sound of freedom

It’s what I was told if I believe it

Lonely boat out there

But the crawdads don’t care

Sea men hope for nets so full they break

Clear from here to ever

Even sea and heaven

The palm aren’t native, but they’re here

We’ll take eight

Lonely boat out there

But the crawdads don’t care

Lumbees take their paycheck on the shore

Clear from here to ever

Even sea and heaven

Castles lost today and years before