Prelude(The Family Trip)

There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're going Or which way the winds are blowing Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is the hurricane blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing? YES! The danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing! (Stop the boat.)