The last time I saw william, he was as good as gone

He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs

Well they say that he died, but the papers lied

About our long lost favourite song

And the last time I saw william, he was all undone

He'd lost his bag of thunder, and his brave disguise

He was trying to find some kind of peace of mind with brand new eyes

But it all came back in shades of black, like a past that's just begun

And the last time I saw william, he was a man on the run

He said

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It's better to fly than to hold on to shaky ground

It's better to let the feelings die, when they're holding you down

I saw a long line of loneliness in the corner of his eye

But I never did see william cry

Now the years run down the boulevard, and the marquee is long gone

There's a troubadour in an empty bar, playin' hurtin' songs

All the gold and praise from the glory days cannot save our souls tonight

And the last time that I saw william

He was walking away, walking away from the light

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The last time I saw william, he was all undone