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... New York
Isn't there anyone on the air?
Isn't there anyone on the air?
Inside this leaking submarine
The water is above my ankles
Now that I still can't get you off of my mind
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.
To a distant shore, far away...
Someday, I will sail again,
To a distant shore, far away.
To a distant shore far away.
Something's tugging on my leg
I can't keep up much more
(2X2L calling cq. .. New York)
(Isn't there anyone on the air?)
(Isn't there anyone on the air?
(I look down at my blackened hands..)