Anchorless

They called here to tell me that you're finally dying
Through a veil of childish cries
Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the
Pant leg of your bad disguise

So why were you so anchorless?
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
In the small town that you lived and died in

I've got an armchair from your family home
Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone
I've got your plates and stainless steel
Got that way of never saying what you really feel

So anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
In the small town that you lived and died in

I don't want to live and die here
I don't want to live and die here

Where we're anchorless
A boat abandoned in some backyard
Anchorless
In the small towns that we live and die in