Beach House on the Moon
by Jimmy Buffett

Cameron's getting logical
A Vulcan in disguise,
The mysteries of the nights are
Putting sparkle in his eyes

He's looking for sound reasoning,
But the best I can do,
Is this transcendental story,
That I'll pass along to you.

Past the fall, they call Victoria,
Down the river they call 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
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

Its been quite a lengthly passage,
From the dawn of time till now
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dhow

He has soared about colosal waves,
Sailed the endless seas
Sometimes he resembles you
Sometimes he loks like me

I sa him through my telescope,
On a cloudless night in June;
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon

There a re 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 on a milky way

he's the Admiral of the ocen
The Lone Eagle in the sky
He gave me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly

i saw him through my telelscope,
On a cloudless night in June
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.

A sriped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the Sea of Storms
Takes us home beside the bay
We go fishing in the ocean
We go travelling back in time
Like the song says teach your children
To go fighting with their minds

Camerons comtemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
Is my Dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hi-jinks
Then he says when I get old and gray
And feel like I'm marooned
He will take me in his rocket ship
To that beach house on the moon
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