I am worn, frayed and torn
An agent of love forlorn
I am the city sweep
The petty thief
With a stolen heart
And I’m trying to find my way back to you and pick up from…
The start
I rode the waves of fortune
‘Till the ocean whispered your tune
A lofty ledge
And jagged edge
I crashed upon
Now I’m drowning trying to catch a glimpse of where you've gone…
Now let your hair down baby
Your curse cannot save me
A letter fetch
As arms can’t starch across a sea
And I’ll be waiting on a couch somewhere for your reply