Driftwood

Oh come pity me, a poor mad sailor

Stranded on this love

Here I lie like driftwood, honey

Is this what I?ve become



I go high over, down under

At a lady?s will, under you



At a lady?s will

I'm drifting still

I'm drifting still



So I ask in fading innocence

And all my youthful rage

Will your hands still touch me

When my face has fallen in with age



I go high over, down under

At a lady?s will, under you



High over, down under

At a lady?s will, under you



At a lady?s will

I'm drifting still

I'm drifting still



High over, down under

At a lady?s will

High over, down under

At a lady?s will