Silently wand’ring through humid isolation,
day after day, all alone with little smilin’
on this desert island.
Suddenly before me: Footprints! Smaller than mine.
Anxiously wond’ering should I return to base camp?
Is he alone or with dreadful sanguine pirates
dripping blood-red silence?
Or he could be a castaway like me, stranded in time.
Composed by Wayne Shorter © 1966
Lyrics by Rusty Taylor © 2011