Lyrics:

(Bob Welch) I guess you've heard about the Bermuda triangle There's something going on Nobody seems to know just what it is And the airforce won't let on It might be hole down in the ocean Yeah or a fog that won't let go It might be some crazy people talking Or somebody that we ought to know Down in Bermuda, the pale blue sea Way down in the triangle, it's easy to believe Now here's one You see strange shapes in moonlight And shadows in the night They said that wingtip seemed to brush their faces And strangers stole their sight Way down in the triangle Where the sea was smooth as glass Giving you one answer to a question That you never thought you'd ask Ah down in Bermuda, in the pale blue sea Way down in Bermuda, yeah it's easy to believe Down in the triangle, it's easy to believe They came from Galveston They came from New Orleans And then from Bloomington, and Delaware The used St. Petersburg, they came from Tampa And then from Mexico, it doesn't matter where They all completely share, All of those ships and planes, A great big mystery that cannot be explained, Down in Bermuda, in the pale blue sea Your feeling safe in your harbour And everything seems certain Right next to Palm Beach and Key Biscane Behind a velvet curtain But then the moon goes grey with worry And the sea turns a pale white You better believe something strange is going on tonight Down in Bermuda, ah, the pale blue sea Bermuda Triangle, yeah, it's easy to believe Down in the Triangle, it's easy to believe They came from Galveston They came from New Orleans And then from Bloomington, and Delaware Bermuda, the pale blue sea