The last time I saw William, he was as good as goneHe'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songsWell they say that he died, but the papers liedAbout our long lost favourite songAnd the last time I saw William, he was all undoneHe'd lost his bag of thunder, and his brave disguiseHe was trying to find some kind of peace of mind with brand new eyesBut it all came back in shades of black, like a past that's just begunAnd the last time I saw William, he was a man on the runHe said Chorus:It's better to fly than to hold on to shaky groundIt's better to let the feelings die, when they're holding you downI saw a long line of loneliness in the corner of his eyeBut I never did see William cryNow the years run down the boulevard, and the marquee is long goneThere's a troubadour in an empty bar, playin' hurtin' songsAll the gold and praise from the glory days cannot save our souls tonightAnd the last time that I saw WilliamHe was walking away, walking away from the lightchorusThe last time I saw William, he was all undone------------------------------------------------------------------------------