The harbor guide assumes the vessels wheel To guide our weight away from static shore And shield our hull above the ocean floor The static stone is clinging to our side We feel the strain of heavy iron chains The pulling ocean calls us to the tide To break away from all our static pains Cast off all lines and let the vessel drift away The narrow channel opens to the dark We leave the safety of the quiet bay The open water waits to leave a mark Upon the vessel as we make our way The shore fades out behind the heavy mist We yield control unto the rising deep The steady compass turns within our wrist To find the promise that we bound to keep The pilot steps away into the night The harbor lights are sinking out of view We steer our course toward the cosmic light To start the journey into something new The shore fades out behind the heavy mist We yield control unto the rising deep The steady compass turns within our wrist To find the promise that we bound to keep The shore fades out behind the heavy mist We yield control unto the rising deep The steady compass turns within our wrist To find the promise that we bound to keep Cast off all lines and let the vessel drift away
