Written by 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