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Jimmy Buffett - Beach House on The Moon

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By: jimmy buffett



Camerons getting logical

A vulcan in disguise

The mysteries of the night

Are putting sparkles in his eyes

Hes looking for sound reasoning

But the best that I can do

Is this transcendental story

That Ill pass along to you



Pass the falls they call victoria

Down the river named the nile

Drifts a tiny little handmade boat

Its shaped just like a smile

And steered by a magician

With the knowledge that he needs

To keep him on his destined course

Pass the crocodiles and reeds



Hes the admiral of the ocean

The lone eagle in the sky

He gave me my first sextant

And he taught me how to fly



Its been quite a lengthy passage

From the dawn of time til now

He has weathered the infernal storms

In his trusty petite dhow

He has soared above collassal 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 earth men came to play

And a hammock from a distant star

Out in the milky way



Hes the admiral of the ocean

The lone eagle in the sky

He gave 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 striped bass breaks the surface

As the sunset fades away

And our journey from the sea of storms

Takes us home besides the bay

We go fishing in the ocean

We go travelling back in time

Like the song says teach your children

To go fishing with their mind



Camerons contemplating

Im not sure just what he thinks

Is my dad some kind of lunatic

With his stories and high hijinks

Then he says when I get old and gray

And feel like Im marooned

He will take me in his rocketship

To that beach house on the moon

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