Sorrowing Man
Sorrowing man, look how worn you've become,You once were Lord of the barren seaThere's blood on our hands, in this perfect madness,You're living on borrowed time
Oh how you have lost your wayOh how you have lost your way
There's no sympathy for we don't know the cure,Cause what you've got, well it runs too pureBut you've lived and breathed more than any man I knowBut you're not done, oh, at least, I hope
Oh how you have lost your wayOh how you have lost your wayIn this life that we have made togetherOh how you have lost your way
Oh how you have lost your wayOh how you have lost your way