Tonight's Beau

On the house on the hill, screams come from the sill of the window
 He fell from nearly thirty years back
 When a note came from the Biscayne saying his one and true flame
 Is getting hitched to a rich man she met on the tracks
 Aww, can't you hear the wind blow
 Aww, can't you feel the lonesome touch of his voice
 Aww, can't you see the sins roll
 And finally one day, we'll be drifting away
 And he'll be watching us from the joist
 Set out heading west, on the day he came to rest
 Sending word to his old flame and her new man
 Maybe we should meet, take them out, his treat
 Give them a gift made with his whiskey stained hands
 Aww, can't you hear the wind blow
 Aww, can't you feel the lonesome touch of his voice
 Aww, can't you see the sins roll
 And finally one day, we'll be drifting away
 And he'll be watching us from the joist
 They walked along the bridge with more than a smidge
 Of the devil's juice laced on their breaths
 With a pat on their back, he watched as they flapped
 Into the cool watery arms of death
 Aww, can't you hear the wind blow
 Aww, can't you feel the lonesome touch of his voice
 Aww, can't you see the sins roll
 And finally one day, we'll be drifting away
 And he'll be watching us from the joist
 Pulled into the drive, lipstick on his smile
 From a harlot he picked up on the side of the road
 She waited for the cash then she heard the crash
 And looked up to be cut by the shards
 And crushed by tonight's beau