My father told me son
A good man is strong enough to run
He was a wooden row
As silent as a scarecrow
He was
With time we grew apart
He spent his life making maps and disappearing

Calm down I know it's late
I'll be back in a couple days
Read this letter if my trip's delayed
Then just go on with your life

It read: "We are, we are all lost."

Days passed without a sign
I found a bottle with a map inside
And followed it far off the breakers
I sat there and watched the gulls
Fall into the salt below
I never thought so much about leaving
Sorry but I've got to go
Told my mother I'd come back home
Once I found a reason

Calm down I know it's late
I'll be back in a couple days
Read this letter if my trip's delayed
Then just go on with your life
We are, we are all lost
We are, we are all lost