Takes me to a far away place 

where I don't know who I am 

Need a trip on a ferry boat 

hidden in the sand. 

 

Now I call myself a persuader 

though I haven't moved 

and I might never come back. 

 

Stranded on my island by myself 

do I need somebody else. 

Hiding from the weeks and days, 

hiding from the years. 

 

Though I try to hold it back 

can't hide the tears. 

 

But now I'm by myself 

my pride is walking away 

and though I beg my friends to stay, 

now I know it's better this way. 

 

Found a bottle with a message inside 

floating on the shore, 

someone that asked for help 

but it's no use no more 



cause I found it much too late, 

it wasn't my fault oh, 

hope they won't say 

the same about me.