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 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

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....