(Bob Welch)

I guess you've heard about the Bermuda triangle

There's something going on

Nobody seems to know just what it is

And the airforce won't let on

It might be hole down in the ocean

Yeah or a fog that won't let go

It might be some crazy people talking

Or somebody that we ought to know

Down in Bermuda, the pale blue sea

Way down in the triangle, it's easy to believe

Now here's one

You see strange shapes in moonlight

And shadows in the night

They said that wingtip seemed to brush their faces

And strangers stole their sight

Way down in the triangle

Where the sea was smooth as glass

Giving you one answer to a question

That you never thought you'd ask

Ah down in Bermuda, in the pale blue sea

Way down in Bermuda, yeah it's easy to believe

Down in the triangle, it's easy to believe

They came from Galveston

They came from New Orleans

And then from Bloomington, and Delaware

The used St. Petersburg, they came from Tampa

And then from Mexico, it doesn't matter where

They all completely share,

All of those ships and planes,

A great big mystery that cannot be explained,

Down in Bermuda, in the pale blue sea

Your feeling safe in your harbour

And everything seems certain

Right next to Palm Beach and Key Biscane

Behind a velvet curtain

But then the moon goes grey with worry

And the sea turns a pale white

You better believe something strange is going on tonight

Down in Bermuda, ah, the pale blue sea

Bermuda Triangle, yeah, it's easy to believe

Down in the Triangle, it's easy to believe

They came from Galveston

They came from New Orleans

And then from Bloomington, and Delaware

Bermuda, the pale blue sea