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, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Got the best of, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

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
And don't we all dissolve into the night
Only to wake up in the morning untied?
And all the blessed pieces
Well, they 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?

With these windblown eyes
Find 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, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
It's got the best of, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

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