When you read don’t think of me
 
Think of someone lost at sea
 
In my mind that’s where I am
 
Lost and I can’t see land
 
.
 
With everything so far from me
 
I may as well be on the sea
 
With no sad songs and no TV
 
Nothing there to bother me
 
.
 
I’d get no mail, no family calls
 
I’d fish and drink the rain that falls
 
I’d know my place much better there
 
With no one to show no care
 
.
 
Oh if I could only be
 
A prisoner of the open sea
 
But I am here on my own
 
In this sea of life alone
 
.
 
Waves of people everywhere
 
They don’t see me they don’t care
 
It’s so cold here all alone
 
I fish for voices on the phone
 
.
 
With no way to dress my line
 
Fishing is a waste of time
 
The only rain that I can see
 
Are muddy pools surrounding me