We danced on the deck

In the fog on the banks

After seeing Russell Beacon

And the "Tongue" we said

No thanks!

We came about, let "My Girl" run

Back on the banks, we’ll have some fun!

It was the middle of the afternoon

In November or was it June?

What’s that cloud bank up ahead?

It looks like fog

On the Banks? I said

Before I got my bearings down

The fog had circled all around

Let’s take a left

Then sail a mile

We’ll drop the hook

And stay awhile

But well before a mile was done

We had to stop

The Fog had won

Two-thirty in the afternoon

With fog so thick it blocked the sun

We’re dancing on the foredeck

To the sounds of Brooks& Dunn

And we danced on the deck

In the fog on the Banks

We’ll make Chub Cay tomorrow