(Music & Words: Martin Schaub)

St. Mary´s to starboard
St. Agnes to port
The slate grey horizon
Made us head for shelter
Change our course

We´re caught in a silence
Foreboding the storm
No seabirds are singing
The air´s too thick
The waters are too calm

I think we´d better strike sail
Before the gale comes in
And we´re driven
towards the shore
I think we´d better strike sail
Before that treacherous wind
Sends us down to the ocean floor
We´re waiting for the storm

To beat out to windward
Would be a big mistake
We soon must drop anchor
But all the ropes are old
They´re bound to break
The sea may give, the sea may take

I think we´d better strike sail
Before the gale comes in
And we´re driven
towards the shore
I think we´d better strike sail
Before that treacherous wind
Sends us down to the ocean´s floor
We´re waiting for the storm