Floating out to see

I've lost my way

My thought's in fog

A GPS, a compass or a map may help with the jog

Of my memory

And hope to find my way

Lost

Back to where I need and want to be

Of course

She is my only light

A pulse

A glimpse of hope

I run to without a pause

They seem to be all the same

Why lord why

Am I the cause

I must be

I mean what else right

She is like that and this is like her

I'll just keep out of mind

By keeping out of sight

Get lost chino

Say adios good night