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?