The kids say he's so consistent, they say he's always there And they glance into the distance but can't see why he stares Yea, They says he's so consistent, they say he never leaves As he stares into the west....over the december trees
...At a time of year usually reserved for jingle and cheer Soft rain oozed from the sky...and began to mingle with tears A young lady was a beacon of sorrow, her beauty barely marred As her only relationship was untimely...and unfairly scarred clutchin to her with hands not used for pounding or violence Paul stood pleading, ignoring the piercing sound of the sirens "They'll be coming soon" he whispered in a baritone so pure "I have no place to go, they're gonna catch me now for sure" Sighing at the woeful lake his whispers' had made of her eyes He said "please believe i didn't do this"...she made no reply "Try to stave off the lies...I'll be sure to write letters Know that you'll always be with me...for...forever and ever" Then the cops briskly rushed in...rudely disturbing the moment And Paul kissed the top of her hand...while longing to hold it He didn't struggle, as they tossed him in the back of a cruiser She winced as they called him things like "a**hole" and "loser" His last shout borne of desperation burst from his parched lips "I swear when i return, that ill rush back to this park bench!" The lady shook her head..."Paul i never had a doubt about you" But he was already in the car...and had driven out of her view
The kids say he's so consistent, they say he's always there And they glance into the distance but can't see why he stares Yeah, They says he's so consistent, they say he never leaves As he stares into the west....over the december trees
For 50 long years Paul was locked up for what they had blamed him Always carrying her likeness in a locket, her picture sustained him Law had been mistaken before..but not quite so bad and wrong Then, was proven in evidence that an intern just stumbled upon
Judges got together...
"Jim are you believing this sight? man, we didnt deal with it right" They gave paul a shrug and a cheque "..sorry for stealin your life" Nothin in pockets 'cept the locket, said its all he needs when he left Paul the victim, confusingly made his way to the scene of the theft
Took the deepest of breaths...
While in the pen, she had became a pen-pal... crying while reading He didnt believe that they would stop, so it kept him breathing Her family wrote a note of her passing... that for mercys sake they just couldn't send So Paul didn't understand why she wasn't waiting on the bench The day he arrived......there was a mattering of ugly grey in the sky
Found the bench and laid on his side...picturin the shape of her eyes "Oh, She justs a little late to arrive the good lord hasnt taken her life" But the bench was vacant by night...and it was the same in the light Not one to foster hate or despise...old Paul just patiently sighed And occasionally grumbled about the sirens that had taken his life . . . . . . The kids say he's so consistent, they say he's always there And they glance into the distance but can't see why he stares Yea, They says he's so consistent, they say he never leaves As he stares into the west....over the december trees
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And they glance into the distance but can't see why he stares
Yea,
They says he's so consistent, they say he never leaves
As he stares into the west....over the december trees
...At a time of year usually reserved for jingle and cheer
Soft rain oozed from the sky...and began to mingle with tears
A young lady was a beacon of sorrow, her beauty barely marred
As her only relationship was untimely...and unfairly scarred
clutchin to her with hands not used for pounding or violence
Paul stood pleading, ignoring the piercing sound of the sirens
"They'll be coming soon" he whispered in a baritone so pure
"I have no place to go, they're gonna catch me now for sure"
Sighing at the woeful lake his whispers' had made of her eyes
He said "please believe i didn't do this"...she made no reply
"Try to stave off the lies...I'll be sure to write letters
Know that you'll always be with me...for...forever and ever"
Then the cops briskly rushed in...rudely disturbing the moment
And Paul kissed the top of her hand...while longing to hold it
He didn't struggle, as they tossed him in the back of a cruiser
She winced as they called him things like "a**hole" and "loser"
His last shout borne of desperation burst from his parched lips
"I swear when i return, that ill rush back to this park bench!"
The lady shook her head..."Paul i never had a doubt about you"
But he was already in the car...and had driven out of her view
The kids say he's so consistent, they say he's always there
And they glance into the distance but can't see why he stares
Yeah,
They says he's so consistent, they say he never leaves
As he stares into the west....over the december trees
For 50 long years Paul was locked up for what they had blamed him
Always carrying her likeness in a locket, her picture sustained him
Law had been mistaken before..but not quite so bad and wrong
Then, was proven in evidence that an intern just stumbled upon
Judges got together...
"Jim are you believing this sight? man, we didnt deal with it right"
They gave paul a shrug and a cheque "..sorry for stealin your life"
Nothin in pockets 'cept the locket, said its all he needs when he left
Paul the victim, confusingly made his way to the scene of the theft
Took the deepest of breaths...
While in the pen, she had became a pen-pal... crying while reading
He didnt believe that they would stop, so it kept him breathing
Her family wrote a note of her passing...
that for mercys sake they just couldn't send
So Paul didn't understand why she wasn't waiting on the bench
The day he arrived......there was a mattering of ugly grey in the sky
Found the bench and laid on his side...picturin the shape of her eyes
"Oh, She justs a little late to arrive the good lord hasnt taken her life"
But the bench was vacant by night...and it was the same in the light
Not one to foster hate or despise...old Paul just patiently sighed
And occasionally grumbled about the sirens that had taken his life
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The kids say he's so consistent, they say he's always there
And they glance into the distance but can't see why he stares
Yea,
They says he's so consistent, they say he never leaves
As he stares into the west....over the december trees