The sunken captain of a ship Now steers a rocking chair A final trip The seven seas are far behind And now you'll find him sailing In his mind
Boy those were the days Gulls to cry the way Catch the tide tonight Close his eyes Before the morning light
The sunken captain's son is here He's watching T.V Though a glass or beer He sails a chain of hot dog stands But finds it hard To steer them through this land
Boy those were days Gulls to cry the way Catch the tide tonight Close his eyes Before the morning light
There's no finer place To synthesize the nightmares For the dreamers We smile at the face That makes a dusty den of schemers
In the home of the brave On an empty sound stage Lit by the glare Of a hot dog outrage
Boy those were the days To live them in a movie Was the danger One look at his face Will show the sunken captain Is no stranger
Home of the brave Is the slender lifeline Home of the brave Is the promised lifetime
