Twenty-five miles south of Sable Island

On four steel columns

Rising from the cold sea below

With our drilling tower rising

And a jagged grey horizon

Lord I feel like I'm ten thousand miles from shore



We're drilling far below

For what thay call black gold

To keep your Chevy running

And your house from getting cold

Far away from loved ones

Who wait for us at home

Lord I feel like I'm ten thousand miles from shore



Last week on the Vinland

The whole thing nearly blew

You try not to think about it

Lord what else can you do

Last year the Ocean Ranger

Lost all the souls she bore

Lord I feel like I'm ten thousand miles from shore