I'm just driftwood on the river floating down the tide
I don't care where this old river carries me
I'll keep drifting just because my heart is broken inside
And I'm tired of wishing for what cannot be
I may meet some little driftwood lost as same as I
Share a handshake and a tender tear or two
But it's always good luck how we've got to say goodbye
I must wander on to keep my rendezvous
Though I drift through town and city I can never stay
For I find no place to call my...