From the Album: * Cut I am not an object Somethin' you throw away I am no 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 recognize me 'Cause I'm beginning to believe That forever I'll live on a shelf Of the lost & 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 - going under Had a name - had a number Went and lost it all instead Now I'm beginning to believe That I'll never get to leave this place They called lost & found Yeah I'm beginning to believe That forever I'll be another case Of the lost & found I am not an 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 Yeah I'm beginning to believe That forever I'll be another case Of the lost & found