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 Strange the way a shadow Can fall across a 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 Of 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... Ah... Ah...