The Last Time I Saw You, Billy

You said I’m going where the weather suits my rags and feathers
I can’t breathe in this town of tears and tumble weed
It seems I’ve burned every bridge so I don’t know how to get there
I buried my talents in a napkin, but that’s some faded currency
Since they’ve taken my crown away from me

Oh, Billy

I remember, you’d hang your hat where ever you wanted
[Flying] on a prayer rug, you were smoke across a flower moon
Now I hope the street is cold enough for those who haunted
No one expects to hear your sweet talk around here anytime soon
Since your crown is a can kicked down the avenue

Oh, Billy
Oh, Billy

Oh, Billy, where have you gone?
With those constellations fallen from your tongue
And the [fry cook] burns like speed bumps up and down your arms
And that hessian’s kiss you hid with that scar from blond on blonde
And the [umbrage] to the landlord who stole your shit and locked you out
And someone else’s prescription floating sideways in your mind
And the pawnshop guitar held together with duct tape and campfire smoke
And all the yellow letters in your shoe-box that say, “I’m not ever coming home”

Oh, Billy

Your mother shakes when she cradles her telephone
She says, “I’ve got this turquoise vase and it holds a big bouquet
Son, I pray you never have to know how it is to be so alone
[To] sit and watch petals fall one by one every day
Till they’ve taken my own crown away

Oh, Billy
Don’t hang up yet, please
Come on, Billy
Say goodnight