Wing-on-wing, they were running downwind...

Cut loose their moorings, and setting their sails;

In a fore-and-aft vessel, they've cut-and-run...

Set sail so hastily -

Heading for the open sea -

Over the indigo...sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

The sand in the hourglass shifting again...

They're sailing forever, they've wings-to-the-wind;

The Voyage continues, arranged as they go...

Cut to the quick, Stiletto...

Cut to the quick, Stiletto...

Imprinted on them, the edges so sharp

Stiletto... a sharp-pointed weapon, a cross-reference mark;

Small dagger, and slender

The blade tapers so...

Cut to the quick, Stiletto...

Stiletto...

The map case is empty, the charting of course

By the stars that they find in their own starry skies;

It had surfaced between them, and hit the broadside...

Set sail so hastily -

Heading of the open sea -

Over the indigo...sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

(Fade out)

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...

Sailing on time, sailing on time...