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