Sometimes (I Can Be an Island)

Sometimes I can be an island When the tide comes in and the sirens sing A song of sadness, call it madness Sometimes I can be a highway That everyone will ride when the mile is wide But a road well-run is good for no one They might see a drowning man Hopelessly doing what he can and he'll be fine sometimes Sometimes I can be a painter When the light is right with a beautiful sight And life has colour, bright and fuller Sometimes I can be a shelter When the rain is hard and home is far If you need a bed to lie on, an arm to cry on They might see a drowning man Hopelessly doing what he can Lost at sea, beneath a wave You must see the life to save and throw a line every time