Lyrics:

Dave Bidini & Martin Tielli

The moon hung high... in the canopy of sky
Home, Caroline, home
The coastline neared... and the deckhands cheered
Home, Caroline, home
The mast stood tall... like the best of us all
Home, Caroline, home
I thought of the clear light and the places that we hide
In a church in Saskatchewan

On the shore appeared men... like a welcoming parade
Banners, flags and arsenal
But they were not what they appeared to be... as their white flags fell
Banners, flags and arsenal
I looked up at the moon... and at the water down below
Home Caroline home
I tried to remember things... that the pastor used to say
In a church in Saskatchewan

Everyone raced onto the deck
I tried to shoot but I just puked
We must wrestle back what we had sown
We must wrestle back what we had left

I could not fire, and I don't know why
'Cause I knew the truth
I felt I got what I deserved
Then I knew the truth

I lay on the deck... as the cannonballs soared by overhead
Home, Caroline, home
The hull gave in... water came rushing in all around
Home, Caroline, home
I thought of the farm... and the work to be done
Home, Caroline, home
I thought of the clean light... and the places that we'd hide
In a church in Saskatchewan

Everyone raced onto the deck
I tried to shoot but I just puked
We must wrestle back what we had sown
We must wrestle back what we had left

I could not fire, I was down to the wire
'Cause I knew the truth
I felt I got what I deserved
'Cause I knew the truth