Hard east against high tide
Black clouds and rainy skies
Straight at the breakers I ride
Dead reckoning away from lies
Taking those waves in stride
I'm dead reckoning

Lost sight of that straight line
Fifteen knots towards the rocks
First mate's empty of port wine
Siren calls back to the docks
Cutting hard portside to align
I'm dead reckoning

Dead reckoning to the docks
Blind from drinking brine
Fifteen shots at fifteen knots
Push that throttle to a whine
For now I'm feeling fine
Dead reckoning

I'm dead reckoning.....

r 25 Oct 13