Headshots

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