ive pushed off, now im sailing far away

where ill land i dont know it dosnt matter anyway

you know i had to leave

 i had to go

when i held on the storms would never cease

i would end up lost for days, i would end up lost for weeks

 one day i just let go

and now i swim as if it was a part of me

but every boat has a sturdy anchor chained by iron to the hull

   sometimes you hold me sometimes you let me go

ill carry the weight

that can hold

you were the one thing no i couldnt let go

but im widdlin' the wood away, im chislin at the stone

at the stone

tryin to find a way to set you free

but ive got to work my fingers to the bone