| Lyrics: | 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 j |
