Picture of me on your color tv
Betty's holding the helm
Skins are salty with the breeze
Gotta look
When you open those books
I dream of the sea
Big ships is meant for
Maybe I'm meant for the sea
It's there swinging from my family tree
Starting to breathe so heavily
Grandpa's telling me of
His days in the navy
I was alive
For a moment, you see
It was there when I woke
It was there when I would
Maybe I'm meant for the sea
It's there swinging from my family tree
Maybe I'm meant for the sea
Grandpa Albert had it made for me
Maybe I'm meant for the sea
We pass it by so passively
And all that's said is what we know
We'll watch it come
We'll watch it go
And underneath it's plain to see
That we're not meant for history
Maybe I'm meant for the sea
It's there swinging from my family tree
Maybe I'm meant for the sea
Grandpa Albert had it made for me