I dream of empire, I dream of sailing ships
A fortune beneath their decks
Heavy with cargo, copper and ivory
I cross the ocean from one land to the next
I trade the space between, I cross the ocean
I trade the space between
Up in the crow's nest or down in the hold
I hear the ocean sing to me
It sings to me of another way of life
I ignore it, I choose to ignore it
I work with chart, compa**, latitude, longitude
A world of reference points
To cross the ocean, measure the space between
Still this singing insists and insists
Won't go away, won't leave me be
It sings to me of another way of life
I ignore it, I choose to ignore it
I ignore its melody