We found Billy facedown in the swimming poolnUnderneath the inflatable raftnHe'd been only under for a little whilenJust long enough for the water to fill his little lungs up fastnnBirds fled as a howl cut the air like a hot knifenAdirondack chairs were lying on their backsnThere was no time to go in slow and get used to itnAnd some drunk guy was spooked and mad and trying to get the factsnnSkin bluenLights outnJust nownWhat, hownGive another fist pound, fist poundnnHis eyes wide, but empty, open toward the clouds abovenA trail of blood coming out the corner of his mouthnOur Billy Boy looked like he'd just seen a ghostnOh, the ghost was him and he was busting outnnIf only we hadn't been so caught up in our own inventionsnLittle Bill would be out there in the yardnJumping, struggling to catch those pretty pretty firefliesnDropping back for a midnight movie in the stars nnSkin bluenLights outnJust nownWhat, hownGive another fist pound, fist pound