Lyrics Lost Sailor / Saint of Circumstance - Grateful Dead

Lost Sailor / Saint of Circumstance

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'