First, it lay by my side, stained and chilled in condensation
I said, "leave me you rusty old burden"!
Without a word, it remained heavy
So I pushed it away, over the edge

And I ran, in search of disguise
And it sank, colder into deep indigo
I saw an infinite horizon
It saw what was true

I explored, and wandered, and grew, so much, I grew
A sponge larger than an ocean
I was massive compared to that weathered old metal
Yet it was greater still than Me

I pulled and pulled, I couldn't break free
But I've travelled the world, what else can there be?
The stars? The planets? The endless still time?
Those are simply not, no, those are not mine

The trees are not mine, the mountains, the sky
The ocean, the city, no, most are not mine
I'll tell you what is though, a place I once lived
With a barn, a house, and a great big field

And down in the centre lies glossy still water
In it, a rope, and a calm rusty old anchor
It lies at the bottom of the most serene pond
It's the missing piece to the puzzle, to my home, my heart