Driftwood
Oh come pity me a poor mad sailor
Stranded on this love
Here I lie like driftwood, honey
Is this what Ive become
I go high over down under
At a ladys will
Under you
At a ladys will
Im drifting still, Im 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
And I go high over down under
At a ladys will
Under you
High over down under
At a ladys will
Under you
At a ladys will
Im drifting still, Im drifting still
High over down under
At a ladys will
High over down under
At a ladys will
