beach house on the moon

cameron's getting logical

a vulcan in disguise

the mysteries of the night are

putting sparkles in his eyes. he's looking for sound reasoning

but the best that i can do

is this transcendental story

that i'll pass along to you. past the falls they call victoria

down the river named the nile

drifts a tiny little handmade boat

it's shaped just like a smile. and steered by a magician

with the knowledge that he needs

to keep him on his destined course

past the crocodiles and reeds. he's the admiral of the ocean

the lone eagle in the sky

he gave me my first sextant

and he taught me how to fly. it's been quite a lengthy passage

from the dawn of time till now

he has weathered the infernal storms

in his trusty petite dow. he has soared about colossal waves

sailed the endless sea. sometimes he resembles you

sometimes he looks like me. i saw him through my telescope

on a cloudless night in june

as he rested between voyages

at his beach house on the moon. there are windows to the galaxies

and hallways to the past. there are trapdoors to the future

and a splintered ancient mast. there are relics from apollo trips

when the earthmen came to play

and a hammock from a distant star

out in the milky way. he's the admiral of the ocean

the lone eagle in the sky. he game me my first sextant

and he taught me how to fly. i saw him through my telescope

on a cloudless night in june

as he rested between voyages

at his beach house on the moon. a stripped bass breaks the surface

as the sunset fades away

and our journey from the sea of storms

takes us home beside the bay. we go fishing in the ocean

we go traveling back in time

like the song says 'teach your children'

to go fishing with their minds. cameron's contemplating

i'm not sure just what he thinks

is my dad some kind of lunatic