24 de septiembre de 2013

Lost At Sea

It doesn't matter where you roam 
When no one's left to call you home 
I might have strayed a bit to far 
I'm counting all the moonlit stars and 

I'm a little lost at sea 
I'm a little birdie in a big old tree 
Ain't nobody looking for me 
Here out on the highway 

But I will be found 
When my time comes down 
I will be found 

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