Song Description
Country boy in the city. Loneliness abounds.
| Song Length |
4:56 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Gloomy, Poignant |
Subject |
Loneliness, Lost Love |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
WILLIAM (c) 2004 Ken Kahn
Sweet William had a sweet dream; He had a pocket full of country change.
A city girl took his part, then she buried his heart in the spring
Blue women couldn't please him and the boys they didn't like his eyes.
Like watching two trains collide, we cannot turn our eyes -- and the city never sleeps.
He moves his worn down heels in the city lights
Hide your soul as the ravens fly
Now don't ask why there's a fog ahead
Turn your back, wipe your eyes.
Spring turned to cruel summer and he let them disconnect the phone
And then the leaves turned and fell just like William himself in the chill.
No personals, no bar scene and the movies are a drag alone
But he can't stay off his feet so he paces the street - and the city never sleeps.
He moves his worn down heels in the city lights
Hide your soul as the ravens fly
Now don't ask why there's a fog ahead
Turn your back, wipe your eyes.
And get it out of your head, there's not a thing left, not even goodbye
Don't pick at the threads, it's better to walk on by.
Wind whips around the doorway; It carries more than just a hint of snow,
And on the six o'clock news, a capella style blues for William.
When winter finally covers all of the city in a frozen rage
Lovers will sit close and talk, only a lunatic walks - and the city never sleeps.
He moves his worn down heels in the city lights
Hide your soul as the ravens fly
Now don't ask why there's a fog ahead
Turn your back, wipe your eyes.
And get it out of your head, there's not a thing left, not even goodbye
Don't pick at the threads, it's better to walk on by
Right out of your head, there's not a thing left, not even goodbye
Don't pick at the threads, it's better to walk on by.