Lost - Nik Kershaw

Sitting alone, the comfort zone

Your feet up on a Sunday morning

The same skin that you were born in

Who’d of thought it could stretch so far

There’s nothing wrong, the football’s on

A warm beer and a chicken sandwich

Growing old, fat, gaseous and rich

Say what a lucky bunny you are

You can sing yourself a lullaby

You are born, pay taxes then you die

Lost in the moment

Lost in space

Lost on the way to your happy place

(and you can’t go back, and you can’t go forwards)

Lost all the hunger

Lost your pain

Lost any will to be alive again

Sitting alone, the safety zone

No sweat and no excitation

In your five star fortification

Are you locking them out or locking you in?

A whisky rye, surrounded by

Everything that you’ve ever wanted

Well half cut is better than half dead

Singing, «gotta be in it to win»

You are on your way to where you are

This will do ‘til you find Shangri-la

Lost in the moment

Lost in space

Lost on the way to your happy place

(and you can’t go back, and you can’t go forwards)

Lost all the hunger

Lost your pain

Lost any will to be alive again

(and you never say die, but you never say live either)