One morning in May<br />
In a milk-white convertible drove slowly away<br />
Beautiful William with curling black hair<br />
Gold rings on his fingers as he held to the wheel<br />
<br />
Was he given a package by a man on the train?<br />
We found his car by the roadside later that day<br />
Mirrored sunglasses, roses and wine<br />
Laid on the empty seat, as he slowly drove by<br />
<br />
He left his lights burning, he left his perfect lawn<br />
His automatic sprinklers about to switch on<br />
Did he find a black glove on the cliffs by the bay?<br />
Why would he leave us, why would he leave us this way?<br />
<br />
He drove through the town with a smile on his face<br />
Waving to everyone as he went on his way<br />
Polly from Red River, Rose from Green Falls<br />
They drove to his house and they lay on the lawn<br />
<br />
Was he stopped in the airport by a man with a cane?<br />
We found his car by the roadside later that day<br />
Rose smashed his windows till the glass was all gone<br />
Polly broke the back door and she screamed down the hall<br />
<br />
But no answer sounded but wind flying through<br />
As we tore up the green lawn and torched all the rooms<br />
Did he find a white glove in the pines by the lake?<br />
Why would he leave us, why would he leave us this way?