OH COME PITY ME, A POOR MAD SAILOR

STRANDED ON THIS LOVE

HERE I LIE LIKE DRIFTWOOD, HONEY

IS THIS WHAT I?VE BECOME



I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER

AT A LADY?S WILL, UNDER YOU



AT A LADY?S WILL

I?M DRIFTING STILL

I?M DRIFTING STILL



SO I ASK IN FADING INNOCENCE

AND ALL MY FULL RAGE

WILL YOUR HANDS STILL TOUCH ME

WHEN MY FACE HAS FALLEN IN WITH AGE



I GO HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER

AT A LADY?S WILL, UNDER YOU



HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER

AT A LADY?S WILL, UNDER YOU



AT A LADY?S WILL

I?M DRIFTING STILL

I?M DRIFTING STILL



HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER

AT A LADY?S WILL

HIGH OVER, DOWN UNDER

AT A LADY?S WILL