Like William McKinley

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