Bill Mccai (Lockdown Sessions)

Family taught him right from wrong
Local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends, Joe and Walter

Now those days seem far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now Bill's grown so fat and bald
He never thought that he'd grow old

And every day when he gets the train
Out the window and thinks in vain
"If I could only be that boy again"

His sales job, it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopedic backs
Documents in labelled racks

His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
Makes his lunch of processed ham
Waits in for the meter man

And every day when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
"If I could only be that boy again"

If he could only be that boy again

Another day, another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
Happy smile seems out of place

Family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on their new telly
A newsflash came, then it said
Bill McCai was just found dead

No more window, no more train
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again
Bye-bye, Bill McCai
Bye-bye, Bill McCai
Bye-bye, Bill McCai