Castaway (Acoustic)

I am fire down below
Away from shore
We'll have to row
Maelstrom of another yesterday
Leaving me a castaway
Keen on keeping promises
Going down that road
Treading the water and I'm alone
Never really did our best
I don't believe in second places
In races such as these
Highways and bridges
They come in the way
Deserts and oceans
They all fade away
I wrote your name
On the palm of my hand
Just to wash it away
Wash it away