This is the story of Captain Breeze   And the way he moved with his injured knees   And the boy whom he once taught to climb trees   Before the Captain lost his way   And this is the story of Sam the kid   How he, for a couple of lousy quid,   Bought a jar of priceless jewels with a broken lid   And why he couldn’t stay         Accidents happen; accidents do   Someone‘ll act like they’re into you   But their axe’ll fall in between violent and blue   Then the accidents come and start falling on you   Accidents come and start falling on you      Sam was out looking for cheap guitars   He was looking through other people’s yards   When he found his blessing in a box of jars   And he bought it right away   When he thought of Breeze he felt himself tear   He thought, I probably should just let him share   But I can’t be sure he’ll even be there   So I’ll wait ‘til the end of day      They met on the bank by the river dam   Captain Breeze and the eager one, Sam   And the Captain said, no talking while we eat our ham   They were chewing not talking right then   And when lunch was over the captain spoke   He said, “You know, kid, you kinda seem like of a joke”   Sam didn’t look up cause Sam’s heart was broke   And he wondered when their talk would end      That night beneath the northern star,   Sam left with nothing but his jar,   And he had no plan except to get as far   As he could from his Captain friend