Lyrics The Low Anthem

The Low Anthem

Ticket Taker

Tonight's the night when the waters rise

You're groping in the dark

The ticket takers count the men who can afford the arc

The ticket takers will not board

For the ticket takers are tied

For five and change an hour

They will count the passers by

They say the sky's the limit

But the sky's about to fall

Down come all them record books cradle and all

They say before he bit it

That the boxer felt no pain

But somewhere there's a gamblin' man

With a ticket in the rain

Mary Anne, I know I'm a long shot

But Mary Anne, what else have you got

I am a ticket taker, many tickets have I torn

And I will be your arc, we will float above the storm

Many years have passed in this river town

I've sailed through many traps

I keep a stock of weapons should society collapse

I keep a stock of amo

One of oil and one of gold

I keep a place for Mary Anne

Soon she will come home

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