I am not an object

Somethin' you throw away

I am no piece of junk

That's on a stationary train

I want you to get a message

To the one that's gonna set me free

Tell her to hurry, tell her to recognize me

'Cause I'm beginning to believe

That forever I'll live on a shelf

Of the lost and found



Between a cane and an umbrella

A wallet and a chain of keys

My dreams are full of you

And my nights without you are empty

I'm going under, yeah I'm going under

Had a name, had a number

Went and lost it all instead

And I'm beginning to believe

That forever I'll live on a shelf

Of the lost and found



I am not a misplaced object

A person you throw away

Some piece of junk

That's been left on a stationary train

I want you to get a message

To the one that's gonna set me free

Tell her to hurry, tell her to identify me

'Cause I'm beginning to believe

That forever I'll be another case

Of the lost and found

Yeah I'm beginning to believe

That I'll never get to leave this place

They call lost and found