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