Shipwrecked in the Eighties - Kris Kristofferson

Well you fight like the devil to just keep your head above water

Chained to whatever you got that you can’t throw away

And you’re shootin’through space on this river of life that you’re ridin'

And it’s whirling and sucking you deeper on down every day

So you turn to your trusty old partner to share some old feelings

And you find to your shock that your faithful companion is gone

And the truth slowly dawns that you’re lost and alone in deep water

And you don’t even know how much longer there is to go on Like an old Holy Bible you clung to through so many seasons

With the rules of survival in words you could still understand

When they prove something wrong you believed in so long you go crazy

And you’re so close to folding the cards that you hold in your hand

Singing Holy Toledo I can’t see the light anymore

All those horizon that I used to guide me are gone

And the darkness is driving me farther away from the shore

Throw me a rhyme or a reason to try to go on