text: They called here to tell me that youre 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
  Ive got an armchair from your family home
  Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone
  Ive 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 dont want to live and die here
  I dont want to live and die here
  Where were anchorless
  A boat abandoned in some backyard
  Anchorless
  In the small towns that we live and die in