Christopher Smith - Truly Alive lyrics

There's a world I must see Horizons that I have not explored Where kings are not all that they seem And courage is its own reward Where a man can foresee A time when he can finally say I'm more than my father could be The master of all I survey Oh, to be truly alive I need to sail where the strongest survive And find my way, through the wind and the spray To a life I've never known A destiny that I can call my own (spoken) Master John! Thomas! You are here! Yes, and I'll be off again soon Not soon enough. Your father knows you are back and he is a mad as a hornet I don't give a damn what the old man thinks (sung) I will not be forced into a life my father's mapped out for me I don't need anyone to tell me what they think I should be They will see! That to be truly alive I need to sail where the strongest survive And find my way, through the wind and the spray To a life that I call my own And I will find what it is that I need to be truly— (spoken) Well, well. What brings the great adventurer back to Lonely Chattel. I supposed it would have inconvenienced you to send word of your arrival We barely communicated when I lived here. I figured, why break with tradition Dammit John. Do you think that I built all this just to see my son haul ropes for a living? I think you built it so you wouldn't have to see me at all (sung) The foolish son believes —Here we go again That he can find a better way —Always the same old story That only the young can perceive a calling —When will you decide That they must obey! —You don't know what I need to be truly alive You don't know what you're asking —I need to sail where the strongest survive Your journey, I have been there —And find my way Don't tell me my business It's not enough to dream about your life The way you wish it could be So let me prove I am a man Who can stand against sea! You will see! That to be truly alive —You don't know what you're asking for, Johnny I need to sail where the strongest survive —There is more to this world than what you believe And find my way, through the wind and the spray —Yes, I am still your father To a life that I call my own It's up to me —Why can't you see that I know what you need To be truly alive —To be truly alive?