Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

You stumble, lone and vulnerable,
where's your safety net?
you've given up the will to live,
as low as as you can get.
A man without a compass
you're not looking for a star
to see you safely home again,
you'll find the nearest bar.

Drowning in a sea of booze
perspective's not so good,
your friends will not abandon you
as other people would.
You make lame and tame excuses
that you must rise above,
excuses are no use at all,
just put your trust in love.