A Fisherman's Tale
CHRISTOPHER C. CROSS, ROBERT A. MEURER
Took my troubles
Down to the sea
Put my ear to a seashell
Inquisitively
Thought I heard a heartbeat
It could have been mine
I guess it doesn't matter
In the grand design
Like a windblown sail
Like a fisherman's tale
There's no end to the glory
Like a windblown sail
Like a fisherman's tale
There's no end to the story
Don't let your vision
Go down with the sun
'Cause it might be cloudy
When tomorrow comes
Where the winds of a heart
Meet the wiles of a mind
There will be stillness
At the waterline
When I was young and time was free
I thought the world was reaching out for me
I believed I could
I believed I would
Live forever and ever
Took my troubles
Down to the sea
Put my ear to a seashell
Inquisitively