I don\'t come here to often no more...
I keep wondering & wanting to come a shore...
But don\'t quite know what for...?
I\'m getting use to being lonely, talking to myself once more...
Everybody else has closed there front doors...
So why keep knocking when everywhere is locking, knocking, blocking me out...
I wish someone would hear me out...
I really am standing all alone...
It\'s not ok but I\'ll whether, whatever the weather...
No place to call home...
Now can you see that\'s why I don\'t come by so often no more...
Its no place to be if your a lost soul like me...
I belong on my boat... drifting to places only I can go...
There are no places in the sea, you know...
There\'s no place on the shore either for me...
So I drift alone in the deep blue sea... Floating, just floating that\'s little old me...
There\'s no place I wish to be So nowhere that\'s where you\'ll find me...