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