Chris Rainbow

Home of the Brave

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The sunken captain of a ship
Now steers a rocking chair
A final trip
The seven seas are far behind
And now you'll find him sailing
In his mind

Boy those were the days
Gulls to cry the way
Catch the tide tonight
Close his eyes
Before the morning light

The sunken captain's son is here
He's watching T.V
Though a glass or beer
He sails a chain of hot dog stands
But finds it hard
To steer them through this land

Boy those were days
Gulls to cry the way
Catch the tide tonight
Close his eyes
Before the morning light

There's no finer place
To synthesize the nightmares
For the dreamers
We smile at the face
That makes a dusty den of schemers

In the home of the brave
On an empty sound stage
Lit by the glare
Of a hot dog outrage

Boy those were the days
To live them in a movie
Was the danger
One look at his face
Will show the sunken captain
Is no stranger

Home of the brave
Is the slender lifeline
Home of the brave
Is the promised lifetime