Drifting on the current way to go Bet we'll end up somewhere sunny I really hope this raft don't overflow When there's stormy weather, hurricanes up ahead So hold on to your head On this tin can island in the middle of the sea Maybe this container contains more than you can see Can you see how far just by looking at the stars Looking at the stars Looking at the stars Feeding on the feeling that a sailor will save us Through are suffering we've gained both tans and sneakers No port in sight no insight bout what's left and right But stars onboard on starboard side Yes it seems like we talked pretty much everything over Under bare poles and no-one knows the course we're on If you let me lean in a little bit closer We're just bags of meat and water On this tin can island in the middle of the sea Maybe this container contains more than you can see Can you see how far just by looking at the stars Looking at the stars Looking at the stars Looking at the stars