Boy at the Window

Boy at the window watches them come and go
Passing carnivals, and midnight shows
But autumn's lonely and now, summer's gone
Winter's sleeping to his evening song
Family photograph on the mantle piece
Was he once there, or is it all a dream?
Sister Rosie dancing down below
He sees her secrets, but never they are told

Where does he go?
No one knows
He never moves from his window

His mother's meeting with his aunty Moore
Current buns, dear, he used to love them so
He tells his stories to no one but the night
He's not surprised when he gets no reply
Starlit beauty of some sweet serenade
He's done his duty now he must be saved

The funeral march is beckoning, calling out his name
It's time for him to go now, isn't that a shame?
Well, isn't that a shame?
Isn't that a shame?
Well, isn't that a shame?

Where does he go?
No one knows
Now he's gone from his window



Credits
Writer(s): James Skelly
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