hey called here to tell me that your'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,
The small town that you lived and died inShoebox full of photos;
found a grainy mirror. Sunken cheeks and slender hands.
Grocery lists and carbon copied letters offer silence for my small
demands. Hey how'd you get so anchorless? A boat abandoned
in some backyard. Anchorless,The small town that you lived and
died in. Got an armchair from your family home. Got your P.G.
Wodehousenovels, and your telephone. 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. Don't live and die here. Anchorless,
anchorless, anchorless. The small towns that we live and die in.