When they sailed off for the new world,
did they know the way?
Did they hear the distant twilight calling out their names?
Did they use a map and compass,
tools made for the trade?
Or did they use celestial guidance and stars to light their way?
Oh, it's an ocean out there,
dark and violent seas.
Oh, it's an ocean and it's calling out for me.
And it's calling
out for me.
When they left to find the West Coast,
did they search for fame?
Envision the crowded masses calling out their names?
Did they search for pride and glory,
rising with the day?
When they reached the great Pacific,
could you hear them say?
Oh,
it's an
ocean
out there, dark and violent seas.
Oh, it's an ocean and it's calling out for me.
Oh,
it's an
ocean out there, dark and violent seas.
It's a hard,
unforgiving life,
but it's the only one for me.
It's the only
one for me.
Oh, this could hold me to my grave.
It's a pull I can't betray.
To choose my fate,
to find my way.
I'll write my name on every wave.
Oh, it's an ocean out there, dark and violent