From the album "Nine Objects Of Desire" 

Lyrics by Suzanne Vega 
Music by Mitchell Froom and Suzanne Vega 

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...