Lowe-Tullin You might say that I'm a castaway Because I fell into your sea To you I'm look a psychedelic lunatic But that don't matter none to me. I've got the costume for a castaway And I can see your other life We're at the altar of the High Priest I watch you dancing with his wife. I saw you standing in a doorway The light was streamin' down your back And right behind you was a shadow She was all dressed up in black. Castaway, make me the castaway Castaway, make me the castaway.