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