I got a map in one hand
and a compass in the other
My bones ache for foreign sands
And my lips tremble for a mysterious lover
But I am a sailor without a ship
Like a tower without a foundation
I'm starting to lose my grip
I'm losing my sense of navigation
Now I spend my days on the shore
Staring out into the ocean
Was I like this before?
So easily overcome with emotion
But alas my time has past
My hair long turned grey
Even the great rocks on the shore do not last
Time and water get them, as they got me at the end of the day