I am worn, frayed and torn An agent of love forlorn I am the city sweep The petty thief With a stolen heart And I'm trying to find my way back to you and pick up from… The start I rode the waves of fortune ‘Till the ocean whispered your tune A lofty ledge And jagged edge I crashed upon Now I'm drowning trying to catch a glimpse of where you've gone… Now let your hair down baby Your curse cannot save me A letter fetch As arms can't starch across a sea And I'll be waiting on a couch somewhere for your reply