$Willbur$ $Soot$ Definitely $William$ $Gold$ Maybe Your heart beat so traitorously for both those names even if it was the same and two different people all at once, for now, you won't dwell on the name you'll just call him 'Will' like you always have, you miss him, oh so terribly, but he's standing right there, mic in hand and voice so sweet it could bring you to your knees

The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form Adorned with patches of places you've been Is nothing on my khaki coat I got From a roadside when I was sixteen My boots are from airports My backpack's from friends I'm not a man of substance, and so I'll pretend To be a wanderer, wondering Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins The roads are my home, horizon's my target If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead The distance is futile Come on, don't be hasty You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones I'll be gone then, for when you must be alone

His guitar humming softly as the Lovejoy crew sits back a little to let him have his heartfelt solo practice, you could feel the words you could hear them too but you felt them more, he was in pain, would he ever tell you? Absolutely not, he wouldn't tell anyone

oh baby has anyone ever told you the way you look at him when he sings he would adore it if he hadn't had his eyes closed in his feels, anyone would give everything to be looked at the way you look at him, just hug him he needs it, he needs it oh so desperately even if he'll never ask for it