Lyric

When I was a little child

All alone the only one

I used to play where music grew

But then like wounds that will not heal

They said that music wasn't true

And I realized for the first time that the bright lights don't keep out the cold

Throw my anchor

Throw my anchor

Throw my anchor

I throw down my anchor

When I'm wretched, when I lose the point, when I'm floundering

Oh when I'm hunted, I throw down my anchor

I scorched the tables and I stained the air

I wasted my time fighting ghosts that weren't really there

And all there is to be forgiven has already been pardoned-

These sorries hold no substance

Throw my anchor

Throw my anchor

Throw my anchor

I throw down my anchor

When I'm wretched, when I lose the point, when I'm floundering

Oh when I'm haunted, I throw down my anchor

When I was a little child

All alone the only one

I used to play where music grew

Throw my anchor

Throw my anchor

Throw my anchor

Throw my anchor down