Played on Irish bouzouki tuned to G-D-A-D. Can also be play on guitar tuned to D-A-D-G-A-D

I'm tapped out battling the blues
Tallying the body count on the evening news
I've been scraping the meager marrow from my days
Living in this cold and empty space

Oh, when will my soul start shifting
Oh, when will this haze be lifting
Oh, when will I stop this drifting

I'm wild now, feral as a stray
Forced to the fringes of the day to day
I've been slinking in shadows and in sun
Trying to be very nearly no one

Oh, when will my soul start shifting
Oh, when will this haze be lifting
Oh, when will I stop this drifting

Through windows stained with the rain
Trying to fly somewhere bare again
Back to the simple solitary bliss
Waiting for that very first kiss

Oh, when will my soul start shifting
Oh, when will this haze be lifting
Oh, when will I stop this drifting

Love, lead me somewhere new
To live just like lovers do

Far from the drone of these swarming streets
I ache for the drumming of one heartbeat
Tuned to another matching stride for stride
Make feel so real and so alive

Oh, when will my soul start shifting
Oh, when will this haze be lifting
Oh, when will I stop this drifting

DRIFTING