Lost at Sea

My babe ain't coming home, he's lost at sea.
 Called me on the phone; "Come after me!".
 Trapped upon a border of life at sea.
 And desperately he's calling me.
 He says to me, he says: Baby come and rescue me!
 The map is far long gone and I can see a pattern.
 Troubles weigh upon my head, and it's far from fun.
 My Babe ain't coming home, he's lost at sea.
 And desperately he's calling me,
 he says to me, he says: Baby come and resuce me!
 I don't know how to call and I don't know how to answer.
 I'm stretching out my arm for him but it's not enough
 I never get it wrong and I can sense a pattern.
 Still, constantly he's calling me,
 he says to me, he says: Baby come and rescue me!
 Oh, is it true? You're out in the blue?
 I can't stand waiting for you.
 And your sailor friends they say that you've made up your mind,
 and that you won't be coming home this night
 ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooohhhhhhhhoohohohohohohohohoooooooh
 Baby, please! Stop calling me! 'Cause baby you are confusing me.