Away All Anchors

Will you notice inside? There’s a pain you can’t hide Will you feel used and broken? In your purse are there tokens? For the cost of a ticket to ride Do you think you’ll stay pretty? Will you be quite as witty? Let me tell you old friend; Quitters don’t win; And where you might go is a pity. Down on that corner; I’ve seen your new owner. Do you work like a team? Do you call yourselves clean? And at night you become his hot moaner? Two years from now; You’ll have nothing somehow. But still in the show; Because that’s all you know; You’re an act in a circus, so bow I hope somehow I’m wrong; But I will be gone. You can think what you will; But I’ve lost the thrill; So I bid you adieu and so-long.