His family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter
Now those days seem 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 only I could be that boy again

His sales job gets him down
Same old faces same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopedic backs
Documents in labeled racks
His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
And waits in for the meter man

And every day when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If only I could be that boy again
If only he could be that boy again

Another day another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of place
His family gathered around for tea
Eyes fixed on their new telly
Newsflash came, then it saidâ?¦
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
And we say by-bye Bill McCai

Writer : SKELLY, JAMES
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing