Lyrics:

B. R. Hornsbythere Was A Man Of Confused And Sad Naturethought No One Loved Him That Was Not Truehe Said He Was A Lost Soul Didn't Fit In Anywheredidn't Know Where To Turn Or Who To Turn Tothere's A Lost Soul Coming Down The Roadsomewhere Between Two Worldswith An Oar In His Hands And A Song On Your Lipswe'll Row The Boat To The Far Shorerow The Boat Of The Loved Lost Soulever Since Oh I Can Rememberwe All Tried To Ease The Paintook Him In When He Needed Some Sheltertried To Make Him Feel He Was One Of Us Againthere Was One Day Oh I Can Rememberhe Sat Alone With A Pencil In His Handall Day Long He Drew Careful On The Paperin The End Just A Picture Of A Manof The Lost Soul Coming Down The Roadsomewhere Between Two Worldswith An Oar In His Hands And A Song On Your Lipswe'll Row The Boat To The Far Shorerow The Boat Of Love Lost Souloh Dear Mary Do You Rememberthe Day We Went Walking Downtownas I Recall It Was In Early Decemberafter School Had Just Let Outwhen I See You On The Street In The Twilighti May Tip My Hat And Keep My Head Downyou Show Me Love But Maybe I Don't Deserve Iti've Been Called But Not Been Foundthere's A Lost Soul Coming Down The Roadsomewhere Between Two Worldswith An Oar In His Hands And A Song On Your Lipswe'll Row The Boat To The Far Shorerow The Boat Of The Loved Lost Soul

bruce Hornsby Lost Soul