Look at the ocean go rolling by slowly
We're on the waves and it's ever so lonely
How very strange that I think that there's something wrong

Captain's Log, the first of June
Have run into a bad monsoon
I'm 54, I've sailed before
This is not the sea, it's war

Grab the rigging, man the sail
Secure the hatches start to bail
I do not think we will survive
I do not think we will survive

Cloud in the distance appeared like a mushroom
Then came the heat and the rage of the ocean
We're going down and I don't think I'd rather stay

Captain's Log, the first of June
Have run into a bad monsoon
I'm 54, I've sailed before
This is not the sea, it's war

And to those who cause the pain
I only hope you will remain
I'm going down with what was good
I wouldn't stay if I could