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