Adrift - Jesse Marchant

Tied to what is late, ain’t you now

Adrift, I know all i was is gone

Still life underwater, cheap shot

Blown out too far away

To become right

In moonlight on a wandering field

I drank alone and watched

It come unreeled

A life to belong to and keep

In straight line

Blown now too far away

To be done right

I wish you’d hide the way you feel

Gun blasts get fired away

Straight lines defined in the waves

Stranded and effaced in the black

Old lives bleeding naked

And last forms of other lines

Of the chase

Ghosts of denial and fame

Gone now

Well they will find you again

Gone now

Well they will find you again

Coming at you

When you’re finding your way

Coming at you

When you’re fine and eat away

Tied to what is late, ain’t you now