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