Texty: Jerry Cantrell. Degradation Trip. Castaway.

Day break, wind is blowin' strong
No escape, caught on a reef in the storm
Castaway, lickin' his cracked lips sore
Patient waits, hoping the rats reach the shore
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yesterday seems a lifetime now
Remembering those he left and how
Out in space laughing at all below
Island stage, plays to his thoughts and ego
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Dusk fall, fading sun, no fire light
Memories amplify his plight
Gathering, searching for shelter above
Feel the sting, choking on hoarded love
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Thin, cold, tired
Castaway