Lyrics:

If I were I a fisherman of hopes and dreams
I'd buy me a boat, and take it out to sea
Cuttin' waves, dodging storms
Casting nets down to the ocean floor
Worst case we go hungry and blame our luck
Have a drink act like we don't care so much
But to keep on swimmin, castaway
Hooked on your own line from just the other day
And I can't drink the river to dry the land
Bury the ocean beneath the sand
But I can love you until the tide pulls me under by and by
I went searching for a pot of gold
Dad always said I had a knack for diggin' holes
If faith were a shovel to any man of means
Why am I always standing, the dirt up to my knees?
To Carolina swift I'll drive
Edge of the road sharp as a knife
Hundred miles an hour I'm comin' home to you
Hopin' to make up for all the grief I put you through
And I can't drink the river to dry the land
Or bury the ocean beneath the sand
But I can love you until the tide pulls me under by and by