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
Compositor: Jack Hody Johnson (Jack Johnson) ECAD: Obra #35400978