Look up from the hymnal, around at the faces of families closing their eyes
We're taking Communion and pa**ing the offering hat around at the same time
I reach for the hat and take all the cash and slide it into my ragged coat sleeve
And leave in its place a note to explain all of the reasons the spirit has lead me to leave
If there was a worthy cause for to give to may I be so bold as to say ”The givers not knowing where their money's going is as sinful as throwing away”
Stained gla** it shines on my red wine and the sweat on my brow drips to my shaking knees
A small sacrifice to benefit one man's journey away from America's seas
Sweet sweet sigh of relief
Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea
Sweet sweet sigh of relief
Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea
Sweet sweet sigh of relief
Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea
Nobody here knows my name
Call it right or wrong
I bought my ticket just the same