There was a man of confused and sad nature
Thought no one loved him, that was not true
He said, he was a lost soul, didn't fit in anywhere
Didn't know where to turn or who to turn to
Oh, there's a lost soul coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips
We'll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of the long lost soul
Ever since, oh, I can remember
We all tried to ease the pain
Took him in when he needed some shelter
Tried to make him feel he was one of us again
There was one day, oh, I can remember
He sat alone with a pencil in his hand
All day long he drew careful on the paper
In the end just a picture of a man
Of the lost soul coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips
We'll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of the long lost soul
Oh, dear Mary, do you remember
The day when we went walking downtown
As I recall, it was in early December
After school had just let out
When I see you on the street in the twilight
I may tip my hat and keep my head down
Show me love but maybe I don't deserve it
I've been called but not, but not found
Oh, there's a lost soul coming down the road
Somewhere between two worlds
With an oar in his hand and a song on your lips
We'll row the boat to the far shore
Row the boat of the long lost soul

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