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 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 It's 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
They parted for Cathy and her bitter news As her words failed, the sky grew dim Recalled how close to that exit I've been
Ours not to reply, ours not to reason why Well, the news about William The lifeline retreats, the desire for the breeze The thorns in his side
