Just the other day
Crossing the Atlantic
We forgot to pay
Bread to the lord
Man overboard
Funny how the time
Passes by so slowly
Thinking of a rhyme
I sit and stare
Your turn declare
You don't understand
Half the words I offer
If I touch your hand
With no disguise
You turn your eyes
Running out of wine
We've been gone a month now
Better drop a line
Fish while we can
Soon we'll hit land
Knowing that you're tired
I will row till morning
Build yourself a fire
When we hit land
I'll clap my hands
