Dan McCafferty Where The Ocean Ends We'll Find A New-born Land
Little Johnny he was a rock 'n' roll star from Tuscon, Arizona
And a wizard with the figures was Mister B.
Ran a computer company
And Harry he was a tough marine
Who never fought a war
And I was the clown who dreamt a dream
Playing the guitar
So here we are
We've come so far
No longer pawns or stooges in the big game
We're aiming high
Reaching for the sky
Where the ocean ends
We'll find a new-born land
For everyone like you and I
We were bankers we were bosses
We were beggars and bums
Martyrs and millionaires
We were teachers we were preachers
Falling angels and monks
Gamblers and legionaires
We were winners and loosers
Magicians and boozers
Sad eyed fools that meant no harm
And I was a clown who dreamed his dream
Playing the guitar
So here we are
We've come so far
No longer pawns or puppets in the rat race
We're aiming high
Reaching for the sky
Where the ocean ends
We'll find a new-born land
For everyone like you and I
So here we are
We've come so far
No longer pawns or stooges in the big game
We're aiming high
Reaching for the sky
Where the ocean ends
We'll find a new-born land
For everyone like you and I
March, 8, 1990: Two months later.. A group of islands appeared at the
horizon...only a few days to go?...Maybe...and under a dark-blue sky
in the Southern Pacific they were sitting together for the last time...
