He was gone two years

Two years that I thought would never end

Now P.F.C. Williams is just plain old Jimmy again

But he doesn't make faces to cheer up the children

The way that he used to before

And he doesn't feed pigeons or sing in the shower

And I don't hear his laugh anymore

His face has grown old and his eyes have grown cold

And they tell you of where he has been

Congratulations, you sure made a man out of him

And I know he won't finish that treehouse he started

A month before he went away

And although he takes me to church every Sunday

He sits there but he doesn't pray

He keeps things inside like they're something to hide

I admit it, you did it, you win

Congratulations, you sure made a man out of him