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.