Anchor
In the quiet of the dawn
Alone in the house I was born
I put on my warmest coat
And headed for the garden
Down past the lemon tree and broken fences
That will never be mended
Through the clearing I could see
Scattered roots resting in the valley
A misty blanket covering burrowed dreams
Suddenly I can hear you calling me
Calling me
You never have the time to surrender to the tide
Stretching a dime, always keeping us in line
And I knew I would be fine
For I always had an anchor
But I was far too young to understand her
A phone call woke me in the night
He said you only had a little while
And so I caught the soonest flight
Seven thousand long and lonely miles
You looked so small in your bed
Didn't have the strength to say a word
You never have the time to surrender to the tide
Stretching a dime, always keeping us in line
And I knew I would be fine
For I always had an anchor
But I was far too young to understand her
I climb the stairs back to your old house
Full of pictures gathering dust
And empty boxes waiting to be filled
Tomorrow I'll be gone
Now I never have the time to surrender to the tide
Stretching a dime, always keeping them in line
And they know they would be fine
For I was taught to be their anchor
But they were far too young to get to thank her
They were far too young to get to thank her
Alone in the house I was born
I put on my warmest coat
And headed for the garden
Down past the lemon tree and broken fences
That will never be mended
Through the clearing I could see
Scattered roots resting in the valley
A misty blanket covering burrowed dreams
Suddenly I can hear you calling me
Calling me
You never have the time to surrender to the tide
Stretching a dime, always keeping us in line
And I knew I would be fine
For I always had an anchor
But I was far too young to understand her
A phone call woke me in the night
He said you only had a little while
And so I caught the soonest flight
Seven thousand long and lonely miles
You looked so small in your bed
Didn't have the strength to say a word
You never have the time to surrender to the tide
Stretching a dime, always keeping us in line
And I knew I would be fine
For I always had an anchor
But I was far too young to understand her
I climb the stairs back to your old house
Full of pictures gathering dust
And empty boxes waiting to be filled
Tomorrow I'll be gone
Now I never have the time to surrender to the tide
Stretching a dime, always keeping them in line
And they know they would be fine
For I was taught to be their anchor
But they were far too young to get to thank her
They were far too young to get to thank her
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Writer(s): Lior Attar, Domini Francis Forster
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