Can you see the sea? Can you describe it to me? For these old eyes can't Open wide enough to see if it really touches the sky Just like these old ears have heard. Can you see the sea? Is it as close as it seems to be? Now these old hands have Held a dream or two for longer than I pray that your's will do. Don't you wait like me. Can you see the sea? Can you taste the salt on the breeze? Now these old legs can't take another step, But this old soul can't bear one more regret So please son, carry me. Place me on the shoreline With my face toward the sun. If the waves finally wash over these tired bones. Adventure is a young mans' game Too long I've let life get in the way. Now this old world must take its tole on me, But his rough hands could never touch the piece That this old heart has found.