Bill McCai - Live At Skeleton Coast

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 seems 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
Looks 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, orthopaedic backs
Documents in labelled racks

His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
Awaiting for the meter man

And everyday 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 tele
A newsflash came, then it said
"Bill McCai was just found dead"

No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again
We say
"Bye-bye, Bill"

Bill McCai
Bye-bye, Bill
Bill McCai
Bye-bye, Bill
Bill McCai

Nice one, it was cold in the morning