There was a man of confused and sad nature

Thought no one loved him, that 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

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 the long lost soul Ever since, oh, I can remember

We all tried to ease the pain

Took him in when he needed some shelter

Tried to make him feel he was one of us again 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 the lost soul coming down the road

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 the long lost soul Oh, dear Mary, do you remember

The day when 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

Show me love but maybe I don't deserve it

I've been called but not, but not found Oh, there's a lost soul coming down the road

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 the long lost soul