He was a fugitive with a pseudonym
Lost his mind in a hurricane
Coconut upside his head
People said he'd be better dead
'Cause his glory days were gone
Sits on the shore with his saxophone and plays
In another place, in another time
He was a soldier in his prime
On the battlefield, makin' history
Young men died for his destiny
And their widows came each day
'Til he was forced to run away from home
So he bought a town, but he sold the sea
Claimed a shallow victory
On an iron ship with a wooden crew
They hit the reef when the moon was new
Now he cries himself to sleep
On a beach made of promises he meant to keep long ago
Nobody speaks to the Captain no more
Nobody talks about the war
Hey what the hell were we fighting for?
Such a long, long time ago
And now the monkeys and the iguanas
They listen to his song
Most un-captive audience
He plays to all night long
So the story goes, he was dressed to kill
When he jumped from the old mahogany mill
And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail
As the saxophone still played the scale
For a man we never knew
Who looked like me and you long ago
Nobody speaks to the Captain no more
No one is interested in settling old scores
Hey, what they hell were we fighting for?
Such a long, long time ago
Nobody speaks to the Captain no more
No one is interested in settling old scores
Hey, what they hell were we fighting for?
Such a long, long time ago
