teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

pilotfive:

I don't know what day it is
or if it's dark or fair
Somehow that's just the way it is
and I don't really care.

I go to this or that place
I seen alive and well
my head is just a hat place
my breast an empty shell.

All alone, all at sea!
Why does nobody cares for me?
Where there's no love to hold my love,
why is my heart so frail
like a ship without a sail?

Out of the ocean 
sailors can use a chart.
I'm in the ocean 
guided by just a lonely heart.

Still alone still at sea
still there's no to care for me?
Where there's no hand to hold my hand
life is a loveless tale
for a ship without a sail!