by: Jimmy Buffett

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

pass 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
pass 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 til now
he has weathered the infernal storms
in his trusty petite dhow
he has soared above collassal 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 earth men 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 gave 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 striped bass breaks the surface
as the sunset fades away
and our journey from the sea of storms
takes us home besides the bay
we go fishing in the ocean
we go travelling back in time
like the song says teach your children
to go fishing with their mind

Cameron's contemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
is my dad some kind of lunatic
with his stories and high hijinks
then he says when I get old and gray
and feel like I'm marooned
he will take me in his rocketship
to that beach house on the moon