Well, the anchor has been tested
I guess we'll stay put for awhile
I put the fire where it wanted
Watched the water become dry
Once more, I was lost in thoughts that were not mine
When I looked up, they were lost upon the tide
And now I'm just an island in these systems of silence
And as I drift around, I'm still bound to find the frowns
On the faces of my friends
Until the metronome ends
These windblown eyes
Finding it hard to see
There's no straight lines
Out on this open sea
No way back home
Only places to be
It's a wondrous world
But it's got the best of me
Got the best of
Got the best of
As if it was a given, I let the rhythm ease my mind
I pulled the cold out of the dark and I poured the darkness on the light
But I wanted more
Don't we all dissolve into the night
Only to wake up
In the morning untied?
And all the blessed pieces
Well, they have been dust now for some time
And the rest, it carries on
All imperfect and just fine
Another season gone
Do I belong to them, or they to me?
Do the reflections
Belong to the stars or to the sea?
How do I let go
Of yesterday and yet to be?
These windblown eyes
Find it so hard to see
There's no straight lines
Out on this open sea
No way back home
Only places to be
It's a wondrous world
But it's got the best of me
Got the best of
It's got the best of
Well, the anchor has been lifted
I won't be back here for a while
I put his ashes where he wanted
And I kept some by my side
