Written by Jerry Cantrell



Day break, wind is blowing strong

No escape, caught on a reef in the storn

Castaway, licking his cracked lips sore

Patient, waits, hoping the rats reach the shore...yeah...yeah



Yesterday, seems a lifetime now

Remembering those he left and how

Out in space laughing at all below

Island stage, plays to his thoughts and ego...yeah...yeah



Dusk fall, fading sun no fire light

Memories amplify his plight

Gathering, searching for shelter above

Feel the sting, choking on hoarded love...yeah...yeah



Thin, cold, tired...castaway