[Verse 1] Born on a gravel road, they say With a horizon in his eyes He had a name, a mailbox once But stillness felt like lies Now he’s just Bill the Stray Walking through the world half-known Carries a worn-out rucksack And a heart that’s made of stone and roam [Chorus] He sits down at a stranger’s door Just to see what life might bring A shoe, a curse, a piece of bread A moment borrowed from a king And when they ask him, “Come inside” He lays his wandering head But by the morning he’ll be gone Back to the open road instead [Verse 2] There was a widow in the valley Kept her porch light burning late She gave him coffee, gave him rest He gave her silence by the gate And a boy once saw an angel Sitting quiet on his step Smelled of pine and far-off places Then vanished like a breath of wept [Chorus] He sits down at a stranger’s door Just to see what life might bring A shoe, a curse, a piece of bread A moment borrowed from a king And when they ask him, “Come inside” He lays his wandering head But by the morning he’ll be gone Back to the open road instead [Bridge] He’s a stray, not a pet Not built for staying long The highway hums a lullaby That’s more his kind of song He doesn’t seek a meaning Just moves like quiet rain And every doorstep is a page In a book without a name [Chorus – softer] He sits down at a stranger’s door Just to feel a little less alone A smile, a word, a fleeting home A kingdom he can’t own And when the road calls out again Before the light is spread He leaves a note: Don’t wait for me Just Bill the Stray, they said [Outro – spoken over guitar] If you see him on your step Just let him rest a while He’s a lonesome walker in the world Just Bill the Stray… and a crooked smile
