I don't know what day it is,
or if it's dark or fair.
Somehow that's just the way it is,
and I don't really care.
I go to this or that place,
I seem alive and well.
My head is just a hat place,
my breast an empty shell,
to sell.
All alone,
all at sea,
why does
nobody care for me?
When
there's no love to hold my love,
why is my heart so frail?
Like a ship without a sail.
Sailors can use a chart.
I'm on the ocean,
guided by
just a lonely heart.
Still there's no one to care for me.
When
there's no hand to hold my hand, life is a
love song.
I'm on the ocean,
guided by just a lonely heart.
Still alone,
still at sea,
when there's no hand to hold my hand,
life is a love song.