Where’s the Captain?
Hans Lundin
Out of direction
It's like my thoughts are losing all their shape
Out of control
And I think I need to find a fire escape
Get a grasp for the rattle
Inside the waves of confusion
Moving like the goldest flame
Where is the captain?
And where's the steward?
Think I need one more drink
To get out of this madness
Where is my luggage?
I think I dropped it somewhere on my way
I need to collect the remaining pieces of this beautiful day
Take it out in the air (air, air, air, air)
Where's the key?
Where's the man?
And where's the key?
And where is the road leading out of here?
And where's the greenness of my spring?
And where's the captain?