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