Anchor

The last bus is leaving, but you're on the curb

You wanted to run but you're lacking the nerve

And motionless standing, you can't find a word

The tail lights are fading, your feet on the ground

Your bags, like an anchor, are weighing you down

You're moored to the future, you're stuck in this town

You turn to your left and I'm standing alone

With a numbness that's lingering deep in my bones

And it looks like you're gonna be coming back home