Bill McCai

Family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and WalterNow those days so far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now he's gone so fat and bald
He never thought that he'd grow oldAn' everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy againSales job it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopedic backs
Documents and labeled racksHis wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
I'm waiting for the meter manAn' everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
Take it away BillHe could be that boy againAnother day, another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of placeFamily gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on the new telly
A news flash came then it said
Bill McCai was just found deadNo more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy againAnd we say
Bye, bye Bill McCai
Bye, bye Bill McCai
Bye, bye Bill McCai