The Conservationist

Well, a young man's dream is living on the pulse of a tide

And he can't help but wonder all the little reasons why

The waves don't roll, and the world don't spin the same

And he fears one day, it might just spin away

But he keeps on moving just to keep carrying on

Though all the holes he fished as a boy are damn near gone

But he hopes one day, they will all soon return

But he's prepping for a punch that he knows is gonna burn

'Cause he tried

Tried to find a way to make it better

And he cried

Searched for ways that he could deliver

Is there enough water in the ocean to fill all the tears in his eyes?

Is there enough water in the ocean to fill all the tears in his eyes?

Well, he does what he can, but he's only a single man

Going on a world that doesn't seem to understand

That the water in the ocean can't shine anymore

'Cause it carries all the load that's riding to the shore

And it just goes to show how much people care

'Cause no matter how many truths a man can share

They will keep on chopping and cutting down those trees

Till the young boys just left hiking in a pile of leaves

But he tried

Tried to find a way to make it better

And he cried

Searched for ways that he could deliver

Is there enough water in the ocean to fill all the tears in his eyes?

Is there enough water in the ocean to fill all the tears in his eyes?