Like a comedian star I waited for the bus to pull away And through the fumes A picture view And your funny face And pictures of you Standing in-between a laundry mat And the gallery window With the piece of art that looked like trash Pictures of you Pictures of you Pictures of you When we were young When we were young Lovin' the future is just a fantasy Lovin' the past is just a memory A picture of you standing somewhere in-between Standing between the trees And the cleaners And the broken mirrors And the trashcan feeders Pictures of you Pictures of you Pictures of you When we were young When we were young Pictures of you