The News About William

Four in the morning the sidewalk's asleep
Dogs on the porch and spiders on the leaf
Shipwrecked by night, sailing through days
Nobody noticed the slipping awayConnecting the dots with thorns in his side
Boarded up the windows with pain and with pride
The music box broken that once was his soul
It's sad little song spinning out of controlThen came the storm that washed the roads out
Closed both his eyes and pointed straight south
Second line drums marched into the sea
While the clouds overhead cried mutinyThey parted for Cathy and her bitter news
As her words failed, the sky grew dim
Recalled how close to that exit I've been