As I set down these notes on paper, I'm obsessed by the thought that I might be the last living man on earth. 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... 2X2L calling CQ... New York Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone? Inside this leaking submarine The hull is closing in The water is above my ankles Now that I still can't get you off of my I don't think that we can pull this one off We shall see, time will tell What is time and why does it Taste like salt water inside of my mouth? Someday I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away. I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away... If the line snaps, There's no air, Will you hold me? If I'm asleep, Will you wake me? If this rises, We hit the waves, Will you dive back down? Someday, I will sail again, To a distant shore, far away.
I will sail again, To a distant shore far away. High hope Something's tugging on my leg And there it goes Shallow water Must be on the horizon But still too Far to go Spilling blood so fast I can't keep up much more Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go far away. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (2X2L calling CQ...) Sorry, Sorry, Can't go far away. (2X2L calling CQ . . .) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (2X2L calling CQ . . . New York) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (Isn't there anyone on the air?) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more (Isn't there anyone on the air? Isn't there anyone?) Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. Sorry, sorry, Can't go no more. (I look down at my blackened hands..)