This must be the beginning of the end.
The sail is tattered and torn
The rope has broken from being so worn
The mast lies in splinters
From several arctic winters
And the captain has passed in his bed.
It’s all up to you my friend.
This must be the middle of the end.
The waves are rising high
The sun has started to cry
The sky is falling
And storms are calling
And the crew has already fled.
It’s all up to you, my friend.
This must be the end of the end.
The deck is starting to crack
The wind has launched an attack
My hope is lost
From all its cost
And we’re going down at the head.
Save us now or drown us instead.
It’s all up to you, my friend.
