William Weld sees the 20th century fading away in the night
The curtain fell on this old noble venture, he waits in the lane for his flight
Doesn't bend as he walks down the jetway, bag in hand
Don't pretend there won't be profound regret when he lands
William felt he could save his country, he gave it away without a fight
William held to his quiet dignity, who wouldn't think to admire
Honor, love and the holy trinity, who wouldn't think they'd inspire
But there's a rend in the veil of the temple he can't hide
And he can't mend [?] or dissemble what's inside
Under the spell of staid respectability, we're getting near to the fire
And all the men who [?]
They hedge their bets and they are [?]
They apologized
And for what they bet
And they won't turn around
They always let you down
And they won't turn around
They always let you down
And they won't turn around
They're gonna let you down
Men of breeding and men of sanity
Men selling men out of time
Men in need of a shaking of vanity
Wander away from the crowd