(Verse 1) We built our homes on anchors, Still half‑tied to the shore, Afraid to trust the water Like the generations before. But storms kept rising higher, And the tides began to change — So we gathered on the platforms With a dream that felt so strange. (Pre‑Chorus) Could a city learn to wander Like the whales and winds that roam? Could we follow light and weather And still call it “going home”? (Chorus) This was the season of setting sail, When the cities learned to move. Drifting south for winter sun, North when summer called us through. And the world felt wide and open, Like a map without a trail — Oh, the day we left the shoreline Was the season we set sail. (Verse 2) The first few miles were trembling, Every deckboard humming fear — But the ocean held us gently As the coastline disappeared. We found new trade winds waiting, Found new neighbors on the blue — Other cities drifting slowly With the same uncertain view. (Pre‑Chorus) And we signaled with our lanterns Till the night became a choir — Every light a vow of friendship, Every course a shared desire. (Chorus) This was the season of setting sail, When the cities learned to move. Drifting south for winter sun, North when summer called us through. And the world felt wide and open, Like a map without a trail — Oh, the day we left the shoreline Was the season we set sail. (Bridge) But some feared being scattered, Some feared drifting out of sight — So we formed the first Drift Council By the lanterns’ gentle light. Every voice was heard in chorus, Every route a woven thread — And the cities moved together By the hopes their people said. (Chorus) This was the season of setting sail, When the cities learned to move. Drifting south for winter sun, North when summer called us through. And the world felt wide and open, Like a map without a trail — Oh, the day we left the shoreline Was the season we set sail. (Outro) Now I watch the dawn behind us As the convoy glides in line — And I know that home’s not anchored, It’s the hearts that drift with mine.
