I've never felt so lost before
I guess it comes with age
And every year I'm more aware
Of every passing day
Floating deeper out to sea
I can't see through the sky
It seems more helpless and more deep
The less I seem to try
But what am I and where could this drift
Be pullin' me through
Would it come out at you?
Would it come out at you?
Point the raft west from the sunset
Try to catch the breeze
Cold sweeps through the widening cracks
Sink into the sea
But what am I and where could this drift
Be pulling me through
Would it come out at you?
Would it come out at you?