Four In the morning the sidewalks asleep Dogs on the porch and spiders on the leaf Shipwrecked by night, sailing through days Nobody noticed the slipping away Connecting the dots with thorns In his side Boarded up the windows with pain and with pride The music box broken that once was his soul Its sad little song spinning out of control The came the storm that washed the roads out Close both his eyes and pointed straight south Second line drums marched into the sea While the clouds overhead cried mutiny They parted for Cathy and her bitter news As her words failed, the sky grew dim Recalled how close to that exit Ive been Ours not to reply, ours not to reason why Well, the news about William The lifeline retreats, the desire for the breeze The thorns in his side