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