Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay.
Rolled off of their ship, and here's what they had to say,
"We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore,

We can laugh our lives away and be free once more."

But no one heard them callin', no one came at all,

'Cause they were too busy watchin' those old raindrops fall.
As a storm was blowin' out on the peaceful sea,
Seventy-three men sailin' off to history.


((Ride, captain, ride upon your mystery ship,))
((Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip.))

((Ride, captain, ride upon your mystery ship,))
((On your way to a world that others might have missed.))


[Instrumental break featuring Kent Henry on guitar.]

Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay.

Got off of the ship, and here's what they had to say,
"We're callin' everyone to ride along to another shore,
We can laugh our lives away and be free once more."


((Ride, captain, ride upon your mystery ship,))
((Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip.))

((Ride, captain, ride upon your mystery ship,))
((On your way to a world that others might have missed.))


((Ride, captain, ride upon your mystery ship,))
((Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip.))


[Instrumental coda featuring Michael Pinera.]