unWANTED 2008 - unWANTED

unWANTED

There’ll be no poster of me looking ragged
There’ll be no picture of me strung around
There’ll be no subpoena. There’ll be no warrant
There’ll be no grand jury for me in this town
There’ll be no announcement for me at the airport
(James Taylor, please pick up a white telephone)
No certified letter for me in my mail
There’ll be no constable there in my doorstep
No midnight phone call, ‘cause there’ll be no bail
No all-night vigil. No friends in protest
Just self-flagellation and beating my breast
“unWanted…
There’ll be no road block. There’ll be no arrest
There’ll be no siren. There’ll be no inquest.
No lethal injection. No body to burn
There’ll be no family and there’ll be no last request
No court reporter. No Amber Alert
There’ll be no shackles. No stripes on my shirt
unWanted
There’ll be no probation. There’ll be no parole
There’ll be no condemnation. No jury to poll.
No Extra Edition. No pictures at nine
There’ll be no padre to pray for my soul
There’ll be no sentence so there’ll be no appeal
There’ll be no plea-bargain. They’ll not cut me a deal
No investigation. No indictment to seal
And there’ll be no menu and there’ll be no last meal

(C) 2008 Royal T Music
I listen to this 15 years on and I think this is a once-in-a-lifetime vocal.
Not a voice I have ever used elsewhere.