Rolling Sea

Wouldn't you love to be out on the rollin' sea

with only the sky above you for a roof

what if all your friends were there

laugh at all your jokes and share

sweet salt air with you

wouldn't that be good

you know it would

Wouldn't you love to find your self there some time duckin'

when the bow swings your way?

when ever we make plans you tell me your a busy man,

that you'd go but that you really should stay.

nothin' escapes the rolling sea

not the past nor you or me.

you keep the world at bay,

should it all wash away

you wouldn't feel the pain of those who can.