歌词
Wrestle the Sea
Well he fights with the ocean
He wrestles the sea
He punches the waves and he punches me
He ain’t afraid to get hit,
He’ll give as good as he gets
The challenge is all that he needs
That’s a boy, he’s on his way
Finding out, what he’s made of
Well you might knock him down
But it won’t mean a thing
To a boy who wrestles the sea
He’s got opinions for days
And answers for years
For whatever you’re talking about
Not supported by fact
Experience or proof
He simply has no room for doubt
That’s a boy, he’s made his mind
And everyone will learn in time
You may be older and wiser
But you can’t teach a thing
To a boy who wrestles the sea
Nineteen eighty-four, I was seven years old
Driving my daddy insane
I was up to no good, I don’t do what I should
And everyone else was the blame
I’m just a boy, on his way
Finding out, what I’m made of
Then heaven just smiled
When I turned thirty-three
And had a boy who wrestles the sea
That’s a boy, he’s on his way
Finding out, what he’s made of
Well you might knock him down
But it won’t mean a thing
To a boy who wrestles the sea
Written by: James Michael Kinnebrew
