Tytuł: Beach house on the moon

• Wykonawca: Jimmy Buffett
• Wyświetleń: 187

  
   Cameron's getting logical,
  A Vulcan in disguise,
  The mysteries of the night are
  Putting sparkles in his eyes.
  
  He's looking for sound reasoning,
  But the best that I can do,
  Is this transcendental story,
  That I'll pass along to you.
  
  Past the falls they call Victoria,
  Down the river named the Nile,
  Drifts a tiny little handmade boat,
  It's shaped just like a smile.
  
  And steered by a magician,
  With the knowledge that he needs,
  To keep him on his destined course,
  Past the crocodiles and reeds.
  
  He's the Admiral of the ocean,
  The Lone Eagle in the sky,
  He gave me my first sextant,
  And he taught me how to fly.
  
  It's been quite a lengthy passage,
  From the dawn of time till now,
  He has weathered the infernal storms
  In his trusty petite dow.
  
  He has soared about colossal waves,
  Sailed the endless sea.
  Sometimes he resembles you,
  Sometimes he looks like me.
  
  I saw him through my telescope,
  On a cloudless night in June,
  As he rested between voyages
  At his beach house on the moon.
  
  There are windows to the galaxies
  And hallways to the past.
  There are trapdoors to the future
  And a splintered ancient mast.
  There are relics from Apollo trips,
  When the earthmen came to play,
  And a hammock from a distant star,
  Out in the Milky Way.
  
  He's the Admiral of the ocean
  The Lone Eagle in the sky.
  He game me my first sextant
  And he taught me how to fly.
  
  I saw him through my telescope
  On a cloudless night in June
  As he rested between voyages
  At his beach house on the moon.
  
  A stripped bass breaks the surface
  As the sunset fades away
  And our journey from the Sea of Storms
  Takes us home beside the bay.
  We go fishing in the ocean
  We go traveling back in time
  Like the song says 'teach your children'
  To go fishing with their minds.
  
  Cameron's contemplating
  I'm not sure just what he thinks
  "Is my dad some kind of lunatic
  With his stories and high hi-jinks".
  Then he says when I get old and gray
  And feel like I'm marooned,
  He will take me in his rocket ship
  To that beach house on the moon.