Sensible opinion with a visual answer I saw within my sleep
Forty years ago in the summer where we found ourselves to be
We took to the North, wondering where the apathy had gone
Queen Charlotte scared us straight into that stupor we called home

We bottled up our fears by kerosene with emotions left outside
Those weeks we spent in Tracy Arm and the coves where we could hide
Bio-luminеscence in her wakе and in your eyes
That passage was the road for us and the tears we hid inside

Fords Terror wasn't quite, what they made it out to be
That Perkins pushed on through the crazy riptide

And the elegy was strong
And that stove was nice and warm
Anchored in the solemn midnight air
On the Muir Maid

Similarity was nice when we carried on that sister ship
A favor for a friend ain't as much as it was way back then
But Rhiannon wasn't quite the ship that the Maid was built to be
She gave us hell, though we treated her well when she tested you and me

We left from a port near Anacortes when shit started hitting the fan
That engine bare was a damn nightmare, you could barely reach your hand
But the plumb bow carried twice the fuel for a boat that's near her size
So we headed out to the straight of Georgia before the morning light
Ford's Terror wasn't quite, what they made it out to be
That Perkins pushed on through the crazy riptide

And the elegy was strong
And that stove was nice and warm
Anchored in the solemn midnight air
On the Muir Maid

And the wind blew up that gale
With the haystacks to the east
Fifty knots against the tide
Against our lives

When the engine quit to hell
But the anchor tried and held
Fifty knots against the tide
Against our lives

We knew it's time

Ford's Terror wasn't quite, what they made it out to be
That Ford-Lehman diesel left us high and dry

But the elegy was strong
And that stove was nice and warm
Anchored in that whipping Northwest air
Ford's Terror wasn't quite, what they made it out to be
That Perkins pushed on through the crazy riptide

And the elegy was strong
And that stove was nice and warm
Anchored in that solemn midnight air
As you took control of the captains chair
I still hear that flag whipping through the air
On the Muir Maid