Boy at the window watches them come and go The passing carnivals, the midnight shows But autumn's lonely, now summer's gone Winter's sleeping to his evening song A family photograph on the mantlepiece Was he once there or is it all a dream? His sister Rosie dancing down below He sees her secrets but never they are told Where does he go? No one knows He never moves from his window His mother's meeting with his aunty, Mo Current buns, dear, he used to love them so He tells his stories to no one but the night He's not surprised when he gets no reply Starlit beauty of some sweet serenade He's done this duty now, he must be saved The funeral march is beckoning, calling out his name It's time for him to go now, isn't that a shame? Well, isn't that a shame? Isn't that a shame? Well, isn't that a shame? Where does he go? No one knows