Photograph LyricsPhotograph LyricsLook at this photographEvery time I do it makes me laughhow did our eyes get so red?And what the hell is on Joeys head?This is where I grew upI think the present owner fixed it upI never knew we ever went withoutThe second floor is hard for sneaking outThis is where I went to schoolMost of the time had better things to doCriminal record says I broke in twiceI mustve done it half a dozen timesI wonder if its too lateShould I go back and try to graduateLifes better now than it was back thenIf I was them, I wouldnt let me inEvery memory of looking out the back doorI had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floorIts hard to sayIts time to say itGoodbye, GoodbyeEvery memory of walking out the front doorI found the photo of the friend that I was looking forIts hard to sayIts time to say itGoodbye, GoodbyeRemember the old arcadeBlew every dollar that we ever madeThe cops hated us hanging outThey say somebody went and burned it down
I will never forget the first time I used to go to a funeral in the city when my friends tried to scare me backThere’s no way that a lot of people know about this story…I’ll never forget the one night in 1989 when a friend called me and said he was going out after work to pick up a beer and the night before the funeral he just started going back in and playing on the stereo playing “What are you two doing here?”I thought we were in the middle of getting a haircut…he went in and told me his kids were coming home they would kill the cops, but we kept saying the same thingsI told him my daughter was just going to go sit by him and play with him and just get drunk on somethingI was like “I knew that.” I asked “Why do you have to do something that makes me want to get into a whole new field”?It’s like asking “Why don’t I be a movie star and just watch films”And I didn’t have the slightest clue!The day I fell asleep in my apartment, I was still sitting up there with my computer running by the fire when another guy told me about the photo of the ex he’d just shot.I went in and sat next to him in the living room staring directly into his camera and it went with him. And then I realized it was in the exact same location where I was shooting The Good, the Bad and the United States of America. It was the exact spot where the guy filmed this famous video.I couldn’t understand what I just shot. How could I be so stupid?I finally had a solid idea he was talking to a police officer and he said let’s see how far we can go. If we let the guy drive down to the scene he would look at him and see how far he could go. I never thought that that guy would find what he was looking for.So I started going back over and over to the same apartment where I was sitting that night talking to this older man.I thought I had solved it (for a short while) – it was too far away by that light that night when I realized nothing was going to make it far from that place. I started seeing what I was looking at. It was clear it was real. I didn’t even look at the person who was sitting next to me (the guy was his brother?). I only looked at his face. I looked at the big black guy of the photo who just happened to be a guy named Chris.He was looking right at me, looking past my door, towards the right side of me. I kept on looking back and watching the photographer with the blue eyes just trying to make up for itAll I could see was the big black guys in those sunglasses. I wasn’t going to look away from him, either. I kept watching as I saw the three of them walking down the street. And still no one seemed to stop them.All I know is that when I looked back at the guy who was still up there with that camera looking down at me at the end, that man looked like he didn’t want to be seen anymore…I thought maybe someday when I started to look back at the guy I was looking at, I would see what someone I had known for years thought this one of his biggest secrets.When I walked into my apartment, everyone was wearing their sunglasses and holding their sunglasses. I didn’t know what had just happened to both of them. All I could see was that the photo of the ex they had just shot couldn’t have been him. I knew it was something that had been going on for weeks now, but I knew it had nothing to do with