Lost (Out Of Sight)                     W.Shorter/C.Foster

Flying a kite
Till its way out of sight
And the fear of letting go - just

Holding on tight
But unclear of the fight
That you’re faced with deep inside - the

Time on your own
Just spent thinking
Is the time when you feel
Most like sinking way down

Sailing away
With your heart led astray
Like a ship far out at sea...

Clutching at charms
Safely wrapped in his arms
Never wanting it to end - your

Floating from harm
In the transient calm
Drifting out alone in space - the

Time on your own
Just spent thinking
Is the time when you feel
Most like sinking way down

Hiding away
On the sigh of each day
In a ship heading on homewards