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​Waverider

This song is by Jordin Kare and appears on the album Fire in the Sky (1991).

Out where the oceans are empty and wide
And the satellites watch from the sky
There's a few who remember her name and her run
When the wind-driven waves run high

Waverider was her name
Waverider was her name
She was the fastest ever to sail the seas
Waverider was her name

She was a forty foot trimaran and a knife-edge keel
Built for one purpose alone
To dance on the face of the mightiest waves
And to steal their speed for her own

For the fastest clipper ships that ever did sail
Could pull twenty-eight knots they say
But the great long, wind driven, deep sea waves
Roll a thousand miles in a day

Joe Spanos built her hull, her mast and her sails
That would dance on the lightest breeze
Beth Spanos built her sensors, her voice and her brain
That she could learn and speak at the seas

And at sixty-two knots on a hundred foot wave
She made her run 'neath a clear blue sky
Till a gust took her mast down to touch the sea
She cartwheeled and tried to fly
She cart-wheeled and Beth Spanos died

Joe Spanos lived. He built her anew
It took a year but he made her whole
With titanium and glass in her hull and her mast
And Beth in her voice and her soul

When they put her over side, Joe boarded alone
They took the heading that the satellites gave
And they sat at the tiller with her voice in his ear
And said, "Baby, now pick us a wave."

Well, the first wave rose like a steel grey wall
The second wave stood high
But the third wave rose to block the sun
Waverider, she said, "Aye"

And for twenty-one hours they rode that wave
The grandfather of them all
Two hundred feet from crest to trough
And a thousand miles to fall

Until "Captain," she said, "the word's come down
The satellites see it plain
Grandpa's feeling the bottom and he'll break too soon
We've got to come back and try it again
They say we'll come back and try it again"

Joe said, "Baby, how much time have we got?"
She said, "Joe, we could finish the run
But we'd never get clear." He said, "Hell with that
We're going to finish what we've begun
By God, we'll finish what we've begun."

And the hours and the miles, they rode and they fell
While the world clamored faint and far
And grandpa grew tired, and old, and mean
And Joe steered by a westering star

And as he fought with the tiller to keep her afloat
In a Hell of white water and spray
She said, "Captain, our twenty-four hours are done
Sixty-eight knots for the day
Sixty-eight knots mean speed for the day."

"But the break's rollin' down on us at 50 knots
The crest's too steep and too high"
Joe said, "Grandpa's been patient now long enough
Oh, baby, it's a good day to die
Oh, Beth, it's a good day to die

Waverider, they found with her hull stripped bare
Her mast and her fittings clean gone
And they put her on display and they patched her scars
And they sold her and said she'd sail on

But the Waverider never was a rich man's toy
She broke her moorings in a night's black storm
Cut her hulls on a reef and a mile deep fell
And the waves forever keep her from harm
And the waves forever keep her from harm

But out where the oceans are empty and wide
And the satellites watch from the sky
There's a few who remember her name and her run
When the wind-driven waves run high
When the wind-driven waves run high