The Boat Dreams From The Hill Lyrics - 24 Hour Revenge Therapy - Jawbreaker

Boat on a hill, never going to sea. Anchored to a fixer upper's dream. This 

boat is beat, never gonna be a boat now. Thirsty, sees the sea from high on 

the ice plant. He keeps patching it and painting. Thinking about his pension 

plan. But the boat is out to pasture. Seems it never had a chance. I wanna be 

a boat, I wanna learn to swim. Then I'll learn to float. Then begin again. 

Begin again. Boat remembers the carpenter's sure hand. Missing fishy flutter 

on it's rutter. Sold at an auction, on a dolly ever since. Sometimes rainy 

days drop boyish wonder.