Ocean Station Bravo, North Atlantic Ocean Somewhere south of Greenland, somewhere far from home
Nothing on the radar, nothing on the sonar Of two and drifting on this ocean all alone
She was the CGC Sevego, Ocean Station Vessel High Endurance Cutter, Number 42
Studying the weather, aids to navigation Plotting ships and aircraft, say come sailing through
Just a speck upon the ocean, center of a circle Nothing but horizon, wind and sea and sky
This whole world in motion, blowing from the northwest Not a hint of sunshine, just the grey waves rolling by
Lookout calls the bridge wing, objects in the water Moving surface contact, off the starboard bow
Bottom on the radar, fire up the sonar Listen for the echoes, oh can't you hear them now
And there's echoes in the headphones, whale songs from the speakers Filling all the spaces inside CIC
Songs of love and travel, songs of generations Echoes of the ages in sedation harmony
And me, I had to answer, I sang, I talked, I whistled Even played the mouth harp through the microphone
They returned the favor, with chirps and clicks and whistles Songs of celebrations not so different from our own
And when the watch was over, out onto the bridge wing You could see those sounding singers They'd reach and sport and play
Just a pod of humpbacks, farewell flukes a-waving But a memory worth saving as we traveled on our way
For we'd had a conversation with Leviathan that day
Ocean Station Bravo, North Atlantic Ocean Somewhere south of Greenland, somewhere far from home
Nothing on the radar, nothing on the sonar Over to and drifting