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the guy that no-one really knows - toehider lyrics

no*one was sure when he moved there, it’s like he just appeared
kinda old, not young, no interesting features (‘cept a beard)
and he only came out from his house to get his weekly mail
and to collect some stamps and envelopes * always without fail
this day, his neighbour came and knocked * “h*llo! my name is joan
i rarely see you leave your house, do you live here alone?”
he oddly recognized her as a “yes” escaped his mouth
“could you come in a sec? i need to figure some things out..”

the town pretty much carries on its day
and the people all go about their way
the sun may shine but the wind blows cold
and it carries whispers & secrets told
and that’s how it goes for the guy that no*one really knows

so, william was the postal man that joan was married to
he saw the two of them converse from down a street or two
he watched an hour till finally they both stepped back outside
they hugged, he squeezed her hand, she stroked his face there as he cried
a man of rocky temperament was william to be sure
he fumed back to the mailroom. angrily he slammed his door
unconscious thought is a funny thing, and rage is hard to hide
no less when staring at a carton of rodenticide

“we gave you up, but understand
i was a nervous dumb young man
and i know it’s hard but keep it quiet for now
we must get hold of your mum somehow
i will write back home” said the guy that no*one really knows
there’s no relief from loneliness, for that there’s no respite
it just makes you make poor choices that will keep you up at night
and what’s the point of jealousy? what even is it for?
that bitter claim of ownership over what your heart adores
and if you can’t speak the words and thoughts your stormy brain’ll bring
you can write ‘em down and send ‘em off, it’s mostly the same thing

they only thought something was up when his mailbox overflowed
a month or so of letters scattered all over the road
they found him on a monday, inside his house alone
with no suspicious circumstances, cause of death unknown
said joan “oh bill, he was my dad. he told me back in june”
he began to shake and nervously that william left the room
and the next day, well, she found him hanging, swinging in the breeze
with a letter of confession in the pocket of his jeans

“i don’t know how to think too much
the glue would sting as the tongue did touch
i saw you two and i jumped the gun
i can’t handle the guilt o’er what i done”

but the town pretty much carried on its day
and the people all went about their way
the sun will burn and the winds howl cold
and it’ll carry the tales & the stories old
it carried them, too, ‘bout the guy that no*one really knew
oh his time was due, the guy that no*one really knew
and it’s mostly true, this story of the guy that no*one really knew
and thus concludes my yarn about the guy that no*one really knew

- toehider lyrics

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