I've got holes in my pocket, I got sand in my shoes,
I've been walking to the river, I been looking for you.

In between the seams and requiems that just drag on and on,
Already gone.

I'm a garden of roses, a graveyard of remorse,
I'm a drunken sailor trying to steer a straight course.

On the edge of memory of an ocean deep and long,
Already gone.

I was dying of thirst, I was starving to death,
Looking for salvation, but not holding my breath.

Oh, you come and save this drowning man in the undertow so long,
Already, already, already gone.