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