Castaway

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.