Lost Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly Like some lost child In tears and trouble Hunting the harbor is breast And the harbor is eyes
LostDesolate and loneAll night long on the lakeWhere fog trails and mist creepsThe whistle of a boatCalls and cries unendinglyLike some lost childIn tears and troubleHunting the harbor is breastAnd the harbor is eyes