Victory was not mine to have it came to other men No daring feats on foreign streets no history making pen The ship I sailed was lost in fog, some distance from the coast Of all the things I lost that year, I miss my mind the most
I broke my back on boredom’s rack, like this my time was sold Like every moment was my last, spent like fools gold Wasted now the passing years of little I can boast Of all the things I lost that year I miss my mind the most
When spring was young I had a thirst for standing proud and tall I drank the summers full of wine and fell right into fall
But winters chill with vengeance came and proved a cruel host Of all the things I lost that year, I miss my mind the most.
The ship I sailed was lost in fog, some distance from the coast Of all the things I lost that year, I missed my mind the most