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