Lost Soul

There was a man of confused and sad nature

Thought no one loved him, was not true

He said he was a lost soul, didn't fit in anywhere

Didn't know where to turn or who to turn to

Oh, there's a lost soul coming down the road

And somewhere between two worlds

With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips

We'll row the boat to the far shore

Row the boat of love, lost soul

Ever since, oh, I can remember

We tried to ease the pain

Took him in when he needed some shelters

Tried to make him feel he was one of us again

And there was one day, oh, I can remember

He sat alone with a pencil in his hand

All day long he drew careful on the paper

In the end, just a picture of a man

Of a lost soul coming down the road

And somewhere between two worlds

With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips

We'll row the boat to the far shore

Row the boat of love, lost soul

Oh, dear Mary, do you remember

The day we went walking downtown?

As I recall, it was in early December

After school had just let out

When I see you on the street in the twilight

I may tip my hat and keep my head down

You show me love, but maybe I don't deserve it

I've been called, but not, but not been found

Well, there's a lost soul coming down the road

And somewhere between two worlds

With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips

We'll row the boat to the far shore

Row the boat of love, lost soul