Boat on a hill, never going to sea
Anchored to a fixer upper's dream
This boat is beat, never going to be a boat now
Thirsty, sees the sea from high on ice plant
He keeps patching it and painting
Thinking about his pension plan
But the boat is out to pasture
Seems it never had a chance
I wanna be a boat I wanna learn to swim
Then I'll learn to float Then begin again
Boat remembers the carpenter's sure hand
Missing fishy flutter on it's rudder
Sold at an auction, on a dolly ever since
Sometimes rainy days bring boyish wonder