[Verse 1] He woke up before the sun, coffee in a tin mug, old wooden dinghy, ropes that barely hold together. Says nothing about land, has everything he needs here, the coast disappears behind, he learns to breathe there. [Chorus] Oh, big blue, take me where the wind wants, no map, no clock, just a horizon that stands still. A splash of the Caribbean on the shelf, that's true, but it's the sea that's intoxicated, not the one in his hand. [Verse 2] Salt on his jacket, scars on his hands from rope, seagulls follow as if they know his business. He talks to the waves like old friends do, "see you again tomorrow, if you want, if you dare". [Chorus] Oh, big blue, take me where the wind wants, no map, no clock, just a horizon that stands still. A dash of the Caribbean in the shelf, it's true, but it's the sea that's intoxicating, not the one in his hand. [Bridge] He doesn't need much, just sails and courage, sunset as payment, that's more than enough.
