Wayward son, where are you heading? Your fire burns, soon it will be setting Wounded like a plane with one wing Darling, to kiss your affliction on the sea You spun a wheel and laid it all on a wager Then your fist, are you walking papers? Now smile, please, upon your lips And I'll lay something that you can't resist You're on your own, without a moment's rest While your heart pounds against your chest In the twilight you wait to hear the whispering of the waves Washed up like a castaway Washed up like a castaway Dismal day, tumbles like a clown Just in time to peel yourself from the ground Like a snake, you can slip from your skin Oh, to blow from town to town like a gipsy or a whim Golden boy, where is your Midas touch? For everything around you has turned to dust Now you're live in fear of the hand Would you come and turn it all on your palaces? You're on your own, without a moment's rest While your heart pounds against your chest In the twilight you wait to hear the whispering of the waves Washed up like a castaway Washed up like a castaway