An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters, oh
As the water gets warmer, my iceberg gets smaller, oh
As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear, oh
As the flames get nearer, his thought gets clearer, oh
A blue-white polar bear arrives at the end, oh
Diverting his attention, his feelings froze over, oh
I'm only a runaway A-W-O-L at the logical start
Not present in the present
Overboard with limited future
Future
And I'm standing alone still getting a thrill
While the ship is afloat, he's losing his boat, oh