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