You can pull up your anchor. You’ll see how she un-moors. It’ll feel good to drift away, no matter what’s on the shore. But you’ll be a stowaway, stealing that free ride. She won’t miss you either way. You go out with the tide. And that’s what I don’t understand. And I’m one that’s got to understand. You’re what I don’t understand. And I’m one who’s got to understand.