snow covered hill in the back room
not enough facts to compel you
you wrote your songs like an overachiever
we cried out "Billy come back for the winter"
when we went to the van to retrieve you
in your eyes, a panic I could not relate to
for five years I've wondered what we must have looked like
keep cool, no one expects you to be fine
we could have done something more
instead we just count our blessings
when you were nodding off at the wheel
did you think the headlights were camera bulbs?
in july it was freezing cold
sweating out the bullets to load back in your gun
we couldn't give you white gold