The Ballad Of Caddy Compson

All the bright, smooth shapes Seen twisting in the flames Like a clutched, broken flower Forms the twist of her name And she's gone away All the punches and clicks Of the pocketwatch, advancing in the ditch Like the words in italics You will find the colors drift into her name Now she's gone away Caddy's broken smile Undone Over, gone Caddy's broken smile All along Closed, done We were talking about you just last week Writing songs for you to sing in your sleep Later on when all that burned When it drowned Mistakes were made, sure But yours devoured Sound and rage A hollow roar This house will fall And there'll be nothing more than Caddy's broken smile Sad song Now it's all become Caddy's broken smile Was all wrong Now it's over and done, ah... Oh, if she exists in any way Well, who can say All we know is stored Between pages 1 and 374, oh Caddy's broken smile Undone Over, gone Caddy's broken smile Sad song Now it's all become Caddy's broken bones Better leave What can't be known Caddy's overtones They'll echo until We all go home...