Engines on high
Were heading due East
There must be a hundred boats at least
Parallel lines
All at full speed
It’s foggy and choppy

You see them in the far
A few blinks of there lights is all you get
A few blinks back is all you have time for
Keep it straight and hold full throttle
The storm is roaring and tailing
The clouds are dark and its the middle of the night
Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop
You gotta stay the course
Everyone else is trying to do the same
Every once and in while, you chat over shortwave
It’s enough to keep going
Hope we don’t run out of gas
Hope keeps us going and the fact we’re still alive
We’re loosing so many and many more to come
All in this alone, together, wouldn’t that be nice

Full steam ahead
Where in hell is the coast?
Where in hell is the sun?