Shipwrecked in the ighties

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 shooting through space
On that river of life that you're riding
And it's swirling and sucking you
Deeper on down everyday.

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 (so long, Tonto)
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've clung to
For so many seasons
With the rules of survival in words
You could still understand.
When they proved something wrong
You believed in so long you go crazy
And you're so close to foldin' the cards
That you hold in your hand

Singing, holy Toledo I can't see the light anymore
(Hank Williams said that)
All those horizons that I used to guide me are gone
(I'm damn sure Van Morrison said that ...)
And the darkness is driving me farther away from the shore
(I said that.)
Throw me a rhyme or a reason to try to go on.

(Come on, Danny, throw me a line, baby!)