Like William McKinley - Al Stewart

I got a letter;

it came in the mail today

I saw by the stamp it was written an ocean away

No need to open it, I know what it must say

I’ll just go back to the dream I was having

Before love went astray

I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley

And I’ll let the world come to me

And if it’s too busy, I really don’t mind and

There’s no place I want to be

Now and again, I will open a window and

Stare at the overcast sky

And put you away in a drawer in my mind

And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye

The country 'round here is deserted;

there’s no one at all

People come here in the summer and leave in the fall

You followed after them, disappeared into the night

Now all that’s left is the footprint you made

In the mud, frozen in white

I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley

And I’ll let the world come to me

And if it’s too busy, I really don’t mind and

There’s no place I’ll want to be

Now and again, I will open and window and

Stare at the overcast sky

And put you away in a drawer in my mind

And I’ll just bid all of my troubles goodbye

I’ll sit on my porch like William McKinley

And I’ll let the world come to me

And if it’s too busy, I really don’t mind and

There’s no place I want to be