Soft William - Tim Bowness

You sit by the window

Look out at the rails

Heads you’d walk away

But it always lands on tails

26 years and

You’re still out on your own

(What starts with token words

Will end in broken bones)

The ghost of a family

And an air of defeat

Leaves you frightened by

The people that you meet

The rising fear, the sudden crash —

The safe retreat