Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In class, my friend's eyes light up with glee,
As he spins tales of fishing on the sea.
He reels in stories of the ones that got away,
But I sit there, unenthused by his display.
While he dreams of casting lines in the sun,
I can't find joy in what he finds fun.
He invites me along, but I decline,
For fishing, to me, just isn't my kind.
(Verse 2)
Day after day, he shares his fishing tales,
While I stay rooted in my fishing fails.
He asks, "Why not come along, give it a try?"
But my answer's the same, I can't even lie.
I don't see the charm in sitting still,
Waiting for a bite, against my will.
But as the school year draws to a close,
I feel a change, as the story goes.
(Chorus)
I don't like fishing, it's just not my thing,
The thought of baiting hooks makes my heart sting.
Yet my friend keeps asking, with a hopeful sigh,
"Do you want to go fishing?" and I reply, "No, not I."
No, not I.
(Verse 3)
But on the last day of school, I finally say yes,
With my friend, I set out to ease my stress.
We cast our lines, beneath the sky so wide,
And suddenly, I see the world in a new stride.
Although fishing won't be my cup of tea,
In the company of a friend, it's easy to see.
It's not about the catch, but the time we share,
And in that moment, I finally care.
(Chorus)
I don't like fishing, it's just not my thing,
The thought of baiting hooks makes my heart sting.
Yet my friend keeps asking, with a hopeful sigh,
"Do you want to go fishing?" and I reply, "No, not I."
(Chorus)
I don't like fishing, it's just not my thing,
The thought of baiting hooks makes my heart sting.
Yet my friend keeps asking, with a hopeful sigh,
"Do you want to go fishing?" and I reply, "No, not I."
(fade out)
(end song)
