In the Crow's Nest

 
Far out at sea in the middle of the night  
Under the moonlight the waves are calm  
The ship rocks back and forth, up and down  
As the lookout watches from the Crow’s Nest  
 
All the seamen are asleep below deck  
Except for the lookout in the Crow’s Nest  
Watching the horizon, looking for land  
As the ship bobs up and down at high sea  
 
And the lookout perched on the Crow’s Nest  
Tired from the long days out at sea sees a thing  
But it’s not a whale or any other known creature  
It’s something bigger than the entire ship  
 
Should he ring the bell and wake the captain?  
Instead the lookout stands there pondering  
Perched up there cold in the Crow’s Nest  
He writes down the details in his diary  
 
Months later the ghost ship washed ashore  
Beaten and broken with no souls onboard  
The logs were empty with nothing to tell  
Except for a diary found in the Crow’s Nest