[WayzataJOHNN]

I found as an old sailor that getting lost was usually the result of waking up after trying the beer routine someplace you neither recognize, nor speak the language!

Trust me on this one Lady Jag, Lost Dutchman has the lost thing down to a science then.

;^)

[Soaring Feather]

Getting Lost


Sometimes the world's a haze to me
what's wrong is right, what's right is wrong
nights take on ghostly shapes that linger till dawn
those are the times my sea house calls to me.


Lost out there in the sea, my bungalow whispers softly to me
come home, come home, sit with me,
we'll listen to the howling sea, on stormy nights when she rages high
we'll hold on tight you and I
she'll rant away the night's dark sky
we think we are going to die at sea in a watery grave
home to many a brave sailor of the seas.


The storm calms, her waves ebb in low tide
dawn offers promise of sun and calm seas
where nightmares neer rear their head
our gut is quiet, with steady hand
we reach out for the promise of morning
in our sea house, standing strong.


Soaring Feather 07.20.07