He was a fugitive with a pseudo name

Lost his mind in a hurricane

Coconut upside his head

People said he'd be better dead

Cause his glory days are gone

Sits on the shore with his saxophone

and plays



In another place, in another time

He was a soldier in his prime

On the battlefield, makin' history

Young men died for his destiny

And their widows came each day

Till he was forced to run away

From home



So he bought a town, but he sold the sea

Claimed a shallow victory

On an iron ship, with a wooden crew

They hit the reef when the moon was new

Now he cries himself to sleep

On a beach made of promises he meant to keep

Long ago



Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More

Nobody talks about the war

Hey what the hell were we fighting for

Such a long long time ago



And now the monkeys and the iguanas

They listen to his song

A most uncaptive audience

He plays to all night long



So the story goes, he was dressed to kill

When he jumped from the old mahogany mill

And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail

As the saxophone still played the scale

For a man they never know who looked like me and you

Long ago



Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More

No one is interested in settling old scores

Hey what the hell were we fighting for

Such a long, long time ago



Nobody Speaks to The Captain No More

No one is interested in settling old scores

Hey what the hell were we fighting for

Such a long time ago.