The sign said "Head shots"

 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 judgment

 In what he sees?

 Ah... 



 On a day

 As cold

 And gray

 As today...



 The sign says "Head shots"

 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...