In a boat on the sea,
In a bubble formed by sky,
Fish and birds, you and me,
Only clouds passing by.
On our own far from home,
There’s no harm in the calm.
Then a storm quickly forms,
And in prayer we both shout.
Yet our boat stays afloat
As we turn it about
And we make for the shore,
Out of danger once more.
So again we are saved
From a watery grave,
And knowing we’re safe
We head for the cafe.