LOST AT SEA

I'd like to tell you a story
About a man who sailed away
He'd always been lonely
Bored with every passing day

So he bought a boat and set afloat
And tried to hide his past away
He'd never set a sail or seen a whale
Or been a castaway, anyway

Lost at sea, lost at sea
The waves don't give a chance
Lost at sea, lost at sea
Lost at sea, lost at sea

He set out on a Sunday
Not a soul to see him go
Then on leaving the harbour
Caught in the passing undertow

Nothing left to chance, without a second glance
He left behind that dreary town
No more union dues, bus station queues
Or Mondays weary frown, to get him down

He sailed the oceans, the stars his only guide
His mixed emotions rolling with the tide

As he tired of his homeland
So he grew tired of the waves
Like a man in a quicksand
Drowning in a watery grave

So wont you tell him what he's searching for
If you see him floating on the waves
You see he's never heard the word
Of the one who saves, sinking slaves