So this is
Is what it’s like
Like to be now
Like to be here
And it’s all alright
So this is not
Not what I thought
You never can see
What it’s gonna be
Only what it was
So, anchor to the wind
To go where it’s blowin’
It’s the in- and exhale
The sun’s moving, too
Going somewhere
Pulling us along
Me and you
Floating through space
Orbiting time
Orbiting love
Crushing grain and grapes
Into bread and wine
So, anchor to the wind
To go where it’s blowin’
Perpetual resurrection
It all just keeps expanding
My son rode a bike
And he flew a kite
Then he floated down a river
I’ve not sailed a sea
I have not believed
Oh, but I have kissed my lover
Chorus
Words and music by Brody Bond. © Brody Bond. All rights reserved.