Somehow my Helen died A year before the war So I drank up And I married Claire But it dont much matter anymore Cause I cant take a picture These old eyes are worn Theyre worn Ive lied to myself before And I guess thats like lying to god But I loved her before I loved you And theres something to be said For the first wife thats dead And I cant take a picture These old eyes are worn No I cant take a picture these old eyes are worn But on with this life You can cut me Where I used to shine I look dull around the edges But Im doing fine Im going fine I cant take a picture These old eyes are worn