I go fishing. But you bait my line
I let it go to the bottom
Letting it slide
And if there's a bite
I might
Pull it up
I go fishing. Just wishing.
I'd get a good one
And that timewill come
But my arms can't pull it on up.
And if i get a bite, I might
Pull it up
I go fishing. And i get him.
But them i'm scared to touch him.
I watch him as i throw him back into the
Deep blue sea