Billy Bob Thornton Beautiful door






The boy is gone


They say you can't go home
God knows I've tried
Seems that I'm all alone
By your side

When the perfect picture hung
Is just a dusty wall
The words that have been sung
I can't recall

His voice still echoes
Off these walls
Where he was born
And where he passed
My haunted soul
Will always mourn
And his will last
The boy is gone
I saw myself in him
I've lost my sight
His sweet shadow dimmed
Our light

Memories creep through me
Like flaming vines
And now we're a memory
In time

His voice still echoes
Off these walls
Where he was born
And where he passed
My haunted soul
Will always mourn
And his will last
The boy is gone

His voice still echoes
Off these walls
Where he was born
And where he passed
My haunted soul
Will always mourn
And his will last
The boy is gone