We found Billy facedown in the swimming pool
Underneath the inflatable raft
He'd been only under for a little while
Just long enough for the water to fill his little lungs up fast
Birds fled as a howl cut the air like a hot knife
Adirondack chairs were lying on their backs
There was no time to go in slow and get used to it
And some drunk guy was spooked and mad and trying to get the facts
Skin blue
Lights out
Just now
What, how
Give another fist pound, fist pound
His eyes wide, but empty, open toward the clouds above
A trail of blood coming out the corner of his mouth
Our Billy Boy looked like he'd just seen a ghost
Oh, the ghost was him and he was busting out
If only we hadn't been so caught up in our own inventions
Little Bill would be out there in the yard
Jumping, struggling to catch those pretty pretty fireflies
Dropping back for a midnight movie in the stars
Skin blue
Lights out
Just now
What, how
Give another fist pound, fist pound