I ain't no anchor
Never been
But I know the name of the storm coming in
And one hand's gotta wash the other
So I'll be the hunter
In the waves
I hope we don't make another mistake
But one hand's gotta wash the other
Out in the night
When we track it down
Another summer in the south
Bracing for nasty weather
Nothing can last forever
But we see the same things all around
You learn to lean into the wind
And the driving rain making landfall again
One hand's gotta wash the other
You'll learn what you're willing to lose
It's always the same. That's the best you can do
But one hand's gotta wash the other
Out in the night
When we track it down
Another summer in the south
Bracing for nasty weather
Nothing can last forever
But we see the same things all around