The sign said ＂Headshots＂
And that was all,
A picture of a boy
And a number you could call,
Two eyes in the shade
A mouth so sad and small,
It＇s strange the way a shadow
Can fall across the wall,
And make the difference
In what you see
Ah...
He＇s just a poster, but
He＇s everywhere,
A face under a street lamp
Ripped and hanging in the air,
Turn the corner
And he＇s still there,
Watching all the people
Who are passing unaware,
Is there a judgement
In what he sees?
Ah...
On a day
As cold
And gray
As today...
The sign says ＂Headshots＂
It＇s all I see,
A boy becomes a picture
Of guilt and sympathy,
And so I think of you
In memory
Of the days we were together,
And I knew that you loved me
That was the difference
In what we see,
But that＇s history...
Ah...