Anchorless (Lyrics)

They called here to tell me That you're finally dying, Through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba Prairies 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. Don't wanna live and die here. Don't wanna live and die here where we're Anchorless. A boat abandoned in some backyard. Anchorless In the small town that you lived and died in.