Coucher de soleil
The sun on one side
I've reached the zenith
& I've lost my clothes
Held together by clothes pins
Got the papers to prove it
When you tie off baby
Find a good replacement
I guess we'll never marry
Join in the parade
The stars as our guide
Last locomotive
With open doors
Push apart the beds now
Now we're all southwest bound
Turn your mind off setting
Because it's better tasting
& our ship keeps sailing
& our ship keeps sailing
Pushed off in the rain
The son on one side
I've reached for Jesus
But I came up short
Fell into the ocean
As the storm cuts through it
I guess we'll never marry
You're not worth replacing
& our ship keeps sailing