It was there he lay thinkin' 'bout his day the closing days of the year last, 'twas then he'd be a man, and have to sail under his own mast but the winds stagnant as they be he'd nay sail out his own bay sad as the sea, his heart heavy as the anchor weigh like n' anchor on da' sea below he shows the rust of his past he sits alone with his eyes lost; heavier than stones of ballast wishin' for not soft winds, but torrents of a blistering storm night and day N' 'bitious young lad, itchin' to go But like the Anchor he'll stay, below the ladder's lowest rung Unlike the Anchor he be, he strives to be a Sailor Free Silly as it be the barnacles and rust be all there be, the angel's last song sung, No runnin' away, no cargo to hide away in stow, No words left to say, only a lump at the end of the Anchor's tongue.