the news about william

4 in the morning the sidewalk's asleep

dogs on the porch

spiders on the leaf

shipwrecked by night sailing through days

nobody noticed the slipping away

connecting 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

its sad little song spinning out of control

then 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 mutiny"