Sorrowing Man

Sorrowing man, look how worn you've become. You once were lord of the barren sea. There's blood on our hands. In this perfect madness you're living on borrowed time. Oh, how you have lost your way. Oh, how you have lost your way. There's no sympathy, for we don't know the cure. 'Cause what you've got, well it runs too pure. But you've lived and breathed more than any man I know. But you're not done, or at least I hope. Oh, how you have lost your way. Oh, how you have lost your way. In this life that we have made together Oh, how you have lost your way. Oh, how you have lost your way. Oh, how you have lost your way.