Lyrics:

They called here to tell methat you're finally dying,through a veil of childish cries.Southern Manitobaprairie's pulling at thepantleg of your bad disguise.So why were you so...Anchorless?A boat abandoned in some backyard.Anchorlessin the small town that you lived and died in.I've got an armchair from your family home.Got your P.G. Wodehouse novelsand your telephone.I've got your plates and stainless steel.Got that way of never saying what you really feel.I don't want to live and die here where we're...Anchorless.A boat abandoned in some backyardAnchorlessin the small town that you lived and died in.