John K. Samson - Anchorless lyrics

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