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