Headshots

The sign said "Headshots"And that was all,A picture of a boyAnd a number you could call,Two eyes in the shadeA mouth so sad and small,It's strange the way a shadowCan fall across the wall, And make the difference In what you seeAh... He's just a poster, butHe's everywhere,A face under a street lampRipped and hanging in the air,Turn the cornerAnd he's still there,Watching all the peopleWho are passing unaware,Is there a judgementIn what he sees?Ah... On a dayAs coldAnd grayAs today...The sign says "Headshots"It's all I see,A boy becomes a pictureOf guilt and sympathy,And so I think of you In memoryOf the days we were together,And I knew that you loved meThat was the differenceIn what we see,But that's history...Ah...