Hanging around every night and everyday
Nowhere to go and nothing to say
Here comes the signal, radio signal
Maybe you're not the kind
To be nearby
I keep on watching your tracks
I keep on watching your tracks
But you make me feel
Like a castaway
Looking around and drinking the wine
Throwing the rocks beneath a sinking sun
Here come the holders,
They are freeholders
Don't come too close, just walk on by
I was watching the surf breaking on the sand
And feeling the swing of a far distant band
‘Cause that day
I was a castaway
You didn't look in the right place
When there was something in the air
You're bound to be a castaway
Don't make me feel
Like a castaway
Don't make me feel
Like a castaway.

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