News About William
Four in the morning the sidewalk's asleepDogs on the porch and spiders on the leafShipwrecked by night, sailing through daysNobody noticed the slipping away
Connecting the dots with thorns in his sideBoarded up the windows with pain and with prideThe music box broken that once was his soulIt's sad little song spinning out of control
Then came the storm that washed the roads outClosed both his eyes and pointed straight southSecond line drums marched into the seaWhile the clouds overhead cried mutiny
They parted for Cathy and her bitter newsAs her words failed, the sky grew dimRecalled how close to that exit I've been
Ours not to reply, ours not to reason whyWell, the news about WilliamThe lifeline retreats, the desire for the breezeThe thorns in his side