Troubadours cut loose to float
Star spangled in their glowing boat
The sail's down, the rudder's broken
The "told ya so's" remain unspoken

See the Portuguese man-o-war,
Haven't touched it but I'm already sore
Burgundy in the turquoise foam
Always feel so far from home

Wave after wave

Sun burnt but we're past the sting
Together tuning out our suffering
In the same boat singing the slave song
Becomes the metaphor for getting along

In battle stations I have your back
My gaffer's ready when the sharks attack
Life and death is a simple struggle
Staying civil while the work is doubling

Wave after wave

There will be no rescue ship
The dark horizon will pitch and dip
The last ounce of respect we save
'Cause we'll be hit with another wave

Wave after wave