Lyrics

Driftwood

I’m not your lover or your golden boy
That honour lies beside a better man
I’m just like driftwood on a foreign shore

Good enough, good enough to light a

fire after dark, or when the tides are low
or sing a moonlit rhyme on sinking sand
All trace of us will soon be washed away
Never mind, never mine

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la in a foreign land
La la la la la la la la
And I speak in tongues you don’t understand

An evensong will keep the faithless true
Might cause a traveller to draw a plan
And follow wind and tide to float again

Out to sea, out to sea and be a

Ship in the night or someone’s passing beau
And there’s no shame in this well-travelled hand
No fall from grace when grace herself lies low
Never mind, never mine

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la in a foreign land
La la la la la la ! a la la
And I speak in tongues you don’t understand
And all I have is
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la in a foreign land
La la la la la la la la
And I speak in tongues you don’t understand
I really wish you’d understand.

© 2024 Simon Scardanelli