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