Well it don't do no good to sit and cry, You just flow while you hear the program read. You can wonder all you want to what to do, What kind of magic could pull you through. You might as well get up off your knees And look up through your own two eyes. Come all you noble sailors, you men of the high seas, All of your fondest dreams will all come to be. So jump on in my friend, the water's fine, I say, Jump on in my friend, the water's fine.
Glory be to everyone.
When there's rocks up ahead, and the wind blows high, And there you are with your engines dead. Well it don't do no good to sit and cry You just flow while you hear the program read. You can wonder all you want to what to do, What kind of magic could pull you through.