And our friends are at the airport
Several hours out, 20 minutes south of Bermuda
Death was in that poison wave and in its gulf a fitting grave
The coast guard said they might be found
As we fly into the mystery, the film comes on and the earth recedes
The communication's gone, something has to be so wrong
And it must be Jesus calling
Cousin Bill says, "Enjoy the water sports"
The silver ship, the blue sea falling