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