Throttle down in a runabout
The bow-ring's been well thought out
Disregard the weather vane
The anchor drops as I come off plane
A castaway a mile from shore
Take everything I ever was
And throw it overboard
A shotgun shell and a microscope
To examine every word I wrote
A gold cross pen and a blank page
A retraction written the next day
A castaway a mile from shore
Take everything I never was
And throw it overboard
Without a second's thought
To what I leave behind
Chart my course
To a beautiful open mind
A treasure map and a fishing rod
To get to the bottom of why I'm not on top
A two-by-four and a wooden screw
Promises without the follow-through
A castaway a mile from shore
Take everything you said I was
And throw it overboard