Boy In Photographs

I was the boy in photographs
Looking back at the boy being photographed
He’s got his future in the plans of my father’s hands
I was the boy in photographs

Will he put them in a frame
To hold or to hang above the hurried years?
When they’re a little out of focus do they
Better represent his view through the worry of a tear?

And if I knew before you knew
Can we go way back to when

I was the boy in photographs
Looking back at the boy being photographed
He’s got his future in the plans of my father’s hands
I was the boy in photographs

Will he put them in an album
Four to a page to grow mellow and yellow with age?
Will he wince and ask: why use a flash?
Is it to lighten the darker days?

And if time was a flash to you
Can we go way back to when

I was the boy in photographs
Looking back at the boy being photographed
He’s got his future in the plans of my father’s hands
I was the boy in photographs

In the middle of a sunken mattress
In the middle of a dream
Our place in the middle of a book we believed

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