Lost Sailor / Saint of Circumstance - Grateful Dead

Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro

Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where’s the moon

You’re a lost sailor, been away too long at sea

Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass

Oh, raise the main sail, oh, lash the mast

You’re a lost sailor, been away too long at sea

Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free

There’s a sea bird cryin' and there’s a ghost wind blowing

And it’s calling you, to that misty swirling sea

Till the chains of your dreams are broken

No place in this world you can be

You’re a lost sailor, been away too long at sea

Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free

You pay for being free, I’ll tell ya freedom don’t come easy

Free don’t always come for free

Sometimes it’s hard to know what to believe in

Where to go, who to go, where to be, who to be

That means you’re driftin'… driftin'

Yeah driftin' and dreamin', really goin' on a dream now

Really goin' on a feelin', really goin' on a feelin'

Driftin', driftin' and dreamin'