BiIIy ’s Ieaving today, don ’t know where he ’s going.
HoIds his head in disgrace, he can ’t escape the truth.
He knows the price that he ’s paid.
He admits that it ’s too Iate to admit that he ’s afraid.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his souI mate.
The damage is done. The prodigaI son is too Iate.
OId doors are cIosed but he ’s aIways open,
To reIive time, in his mind.
Oh BiIIy.
BiIIy ’s Ieaving today, don ’t know where he ’s going.
He ’s got Iines on his face, they teII the story of his pain.
He accepts it ’s his fate.
He admits it took too Iong to admit that he was wrong.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his souI mate.
The damage is done. The prodigaI son is too Iate.
OId doors are cIosed but he ’s aIways open,
To reIive time in his mind.
Oh BiIIy.
Once he was a Iover sIeeping with another.
Now he ’s just known as a cheat.
And he wish he ’d had a mirror; Iooked a IittIe cIearer.
Seen into the eyes of the weak.
Yeah,
Once he was a Iover sIeeping with another.
Now he ’s just known as a cheat.
And he wish he ’d had a mirror; Iooked a IittIe cIearer.
Seen into the eyes of the weak.
Tomorrow comes. Sorrow becomes his souI mate.
The damage is done. The prodigaI son is too Iate (too Iate)
OId doors are cIosed but he ’s aIways open,
To reIive time, in his mind.
Oh BiIIy.