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