I sure wish I’d done a better job on this picture. I ended up having to settle for a cartoony sketch rather than the realistic picture I wanted to draw, because of the length of the song. This song’s about a face on a billboard and what it sees (well, sort of), and I was not able to commit to paper what I wanted it to look like. I have this problem a lot. In any case, it is a billboard, one that is not in very good condition, with a boy’s picture on it, looking out with shadowed eyes. “A face under a street lamp ripped and hanging in the air.”


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 . . .

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