Like William Mckinley

Al Stewart

Compositor: Al Stewart

I got a letter, it came in the mail today
I saw by the stamp it was sent from a ocean away
No need to open it up, I knew what it must say
I’ll just go back to the dream I was having
Before love went astray

I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley
And I’ll let the world come to me
And if it’s too busy I really won’t mind
And there’s no place I want to be

Now and again I will open a window
And stare at the overcast sky
And put you away in a drawer in my mind
And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye

The country round here is deserted, there’s no one at all
People come here for the summer and leave in the fall
You followed after them, disappeared into the night
Now all that remains is a footprint you made
In the mud, frozen in white

I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley
And I’ll let the world come to me
And if it’s too busy I really won’t mind
And there’s no place I want to be

Now and again I will open the window
And stare at the overcast sky
And put you away in a drawer in my mind
And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye