Boy At The Window

Boy at the window watches them come and go

The passing carnivals, the midnight shows

But autumn's lonely, now summer's gone

Winter's sleeping to his evening song

A family photograph on the mantlepiece

Was he once there or is it all a dream?

His 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, Mo

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 this 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