One morning in May
In a milk-white convertible drove slowly away
Beautiful William with curling black hair
Gold rings on his fingers as he held to the wheel
Was he given a package by a man on the train?
We found his car by the roadside later that day
Mirrored sunglasses, roses and wine
Laid on the empty seat, as he slowly drove by
He left his lights burning, he left his perfect lawn
His automatic sprinklers about to switch on
Did he find a black glove on the cliffs by the bay?
Why would he leave us, why would he leave us this way?
He drove through the town with a smile on his face
Waving to everyone as he went on his way
Polly from Red River, Rose from Green Falls
They drove to his house and they lay on the lawn
Was he stopped in the airport by a man with a cane?
We found his car by the roadside later that day
In a milk-white convertible drove slowly away
Beautiful William with curling black hair
Gold rings on his fingers as he held to the wheel
Was he given a package by a man on the train?
We found his car by the roadside later that day
Mirrored sunglasses, roses and wine
Laid on the empty seat, as he slowly drove by
He left his lights burning, he left his perfect lawn
His automatic sprinklers about to switch on
Did he find a black glove on the cliffs by the bay?
Why would he leave us, why would he leave us this way?
He drove through the town with a smile on his face
Waving to everyone as he went on his way
Polly from Red River, Rose from Green Falls
They drove to his house and they lay on the lawn
Was he stopped in the airport by a man with a cane?
We found his car by the roadside later that day
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!