Twenty-five miles south of Sable Island On four steel columns Rising from the cold sea below With our drilling tower rising And a jagged grey horizon Lord I feel like I'm ten thousand miles from shore We're drilling far below For what thay call black gold To keep your Chevy running And your house from getting cold Far away from loved ones Who wait for us at home Lord I feel like I'm ten thousand miles from shore Last week on the Vinland The whole thing nearly blew You try not to think about it Lord what else can you do Last year the Ocean Ranger Lost all the souls she bore Lord I feel like I'm ten thousand miles from shore