John Wesley - Lost

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Send up a flare when you’re finally there*
You, I can no longer defend
I stare into the west
For some sign of the quest
That bade you go into the sun
I’m waiting, waiting for your sun to shine
Yes I’m waiting, waiting for your
The river runs cold, the arcs stand bold
Awaiting your triumph to come
We stay behind
While you’re off to find
The promise of Hollywood’s forgotten sons
I’m waiting, waiting for your sun to shine
Yes I’m waiting, waiting for your