To the Sea (Radio Version)

His soul is proud and his arms are weak Fighting this battle alone He sails away from me in his sleep and is planning to never come home Oh, how he dreams of the ocean Oh, how he blames it on me I am pushing my luck While he's always drawn back to the sea His soul is tired and his mind is thick Fighting with heartache and boredom While the ships and his crew are awaiting still In the place where he left to mourn Oh, how he dreams of the ocean... Oh, how he blames it on me I am pushing my luck While he's always drawn back to the sea The sun comes down as he sees the bay Tired and weary and lonesome His hunger can never come to its fill As he feeds on his wishes alone Oh, how he dreams of the ocean...