Patrick Cannell © 2009
Castaway on some desolate shore,
Longing for the life we knew before.
Lost at sea, never going home
And nothing looks familiar to me, a castaway.
And each day I pray for a tall ship
To take me home to you again.
Killing time, waiting for a sign
But fog obscures and so ensures I'll stay a castaway.
And each day I pray for a bright star
To guide me to your shores again.