8.3 billion swimmers’ man and I’m going through the motions lost in the ocean
Send out a flare I need to find love and devotion
Can I get a connection, can I get a connection
Maybe you can show me how
With so many people here how am I so damn lonely
Trying to just connect
But it’s so damn hard when your waves just get lost in the ocean
Floating on my back wherever the current takes me
Just damn exhausted
Singing can I just get a connection
Cause there’s too many damn people here to be so damn lonely
Need somebody else
Other just me, myself, and I
Need somebody to share this life with
My patience is waning
Is this struggle of mine entertaining
My plaintive pleading
Feels like I’m a cosmic joke and I’m the only one not laughing
Too tired to swim so I just float along in this supposed ocean of connection
Cast adrift nothing and no one to anchor me is what I think
But that’s not true there are a few and I hold tight to most of them and loose to some
But still, I’m adrift just looking for that essential connection
Looking for that someone to spend my life with and grow old with
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I didn’t find my person until 50. He was 51. His parents were married 46 years. He wanted what they had. We’ll never reach that anniversary but we’re definitely growing old together. We’re both very late bloomers.