Lost Soul - Bruce Hornsby and the Range

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

There's a lost soul coming down the road

Somewhere between two worlds

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

Well row the boat to the far shore

Row the boat of the loved 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 feelling 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 hands and a song on your lips

Well 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 been found

There's a lost soul coming down the road

Somewhere between two worlds

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

Well row the boat to the far shore

Row the boat of the loved lost soul