I've never felt so lost before I guess it comes with age And every year I'm more aware Of every passing day Floating deeper out to sea I can't see through the sky It seems more helpless and more deep The less I seem to try But what am I and where could this drift Be pullin' me through Would it come out at you? Would it come out at you? Point the raft west from the sunset Try to catch the breeze Cold sweeps through the widening cracks Sink into the sea But what am I and where could this drift Be pulling me through Would it come out at you? Would it come out at you?