The last time I saw William, he was as good as gone    He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs    Well they say that he died, but the papers lied    About our long lost favourite song    And the last time I saw William, he was all undone       He'd lost his bag of thunder, and his brave disguise    He was trying to find some kind of peace of mind with brand new eyes    But it all came back in shades of black,    Like a past that's just begun    And the last time I saw William, he was a man on the run    He said       It's better to fly than to hold on to shaky ground    It's better to let the feelings die, when they're holding you down    I saw a long line of loneliness in the corner of his eye    But I never did see William cry       Now the years run down the boulevard, and the marquee is long gone    There's a troubadour in an empty bar, playin' hurtin' songs    All the gold and praise from the glory days cannot save our souls tonight    And the last time that I saw William    He was walking away, walking away from the light       It's better to fly than to hold on to shaky ground    It's better to let the feelings die, when they're holding you down    I saw a long line of loneliness in the corner of his eye    But I never did see William cry       The last time I saw William, he was all undone