by Bob Seger



"Tell me quick" said Old McFee

"What's this all have to do with me?"

"I've spent all my time at sea a loner."



"Is there something else I should know?"

"Something hidden down below the level of your conversation?"

We he turned away before the answer

Though I yelled aloud he refused to hear

It became to clear

So it went as we put out

I was left in constant doubt

Everything I asked about seemed private



The captain strolled the bridge one night

I stopped him in the evening light

To ask him would it be all right to join him



But he stood there like some idol

And he listened like some temple

And then he turned away



All along the fateful coast

We moved silent like a ghost

The timeless sea of tireless host possessed us

The wind came building from the cold northwest

And soon the waves began to crest

Crashing cross the forward deck

All hands lost



I alone survived the sinking

I alone possessed the tools

On that ship of fools