Anchor

Anchor  -  Into  It.  Over  It.

Urban  royalty  on  Sixth  Street

Our  clothes  are  finely  pressed

My  blue  jeans  won't  miss  me

But  let's  go  change  your  shoes

Your  feet  must  be  killing  you

And  the  car's  not  far

And  everyone  has  something  awful  to  say

Just  try  not  to  pay  attention

They're  all  fucked  up  anyway

And  remember  that  it's  OK

If  we  don't  see  eye-to-eye  today

Cause  I'll  be  there  for  you  tomorrow

Steady  and  faithful  as  your  anchor

Trying  to  make  the  water  safer

In  the  wake  of  this  town

In  the  wake  of  this  town

So  take  this  with  you  to  the  west  coast

A  list  of  some  things  I  would  like  most

And  maybe  you'll  find  a  few

I'll  make  it  up  to  you  when  you  get  home

Steady  and  faithful  as  my  anchor

Trying  to  keep  the  water  safer

In  the  wake  of  this  town

In  the  heart  of  my  town