(Written by John Simon)



(Lost) Like leaves in the tide

(Lost) That blow far and wide

(Lost) And land on some far seaside



(Lost) Like songs when they end

(Lost) A voice on the wind

(Lost) Like wayfaring wandering friends



Lost like the beat of long-gone bands

That blew through lips and ran from hands

And tapped the feet at long-gone jams

Theyre never lost



(Lost) Like dreams when you wake



(Lost) Like big plans you make

(Lost) Like pebbles tossed in a lake



(Lost) Like flowers when they die

(Lost) Like birds flying high

(Lost) Like seconds that tick right on by



Lost like the beat of long-gone bands

That blew through lips and ran from hands

And tapped the feet at long-gone jams

Theyre never lost



Lost like the beat of long-gone bands

That blew through lips and ran from hands

And tapped the feet at long-gone jams

Theyre never lost



Theyre never lost