I ‘m floating on the horizon
A dot upon the sea
I don’t know where I’m going
Or who’ll be going with me
I’m as like a lost sheep
Baaing her way around
(So) I’m still a-meandering
Hoping I can be found
I hope in time I’ll discover
I’ll still like me, whatever that be
After searching the why;
But as it is, the one I resist
Is no one less than I.
