I was looking for you Now I'm looking at you When I come home at night I look into the hallway mirror And I'm looking at you I can't escape your face I see reflections in the water And I'm looking at you But still I try To get by And I know I'll die Looking at you There is a hollow in the bed Where you lie, slept, I took a picture Are you laughing at me? I scratched your records, dear And threw them in the nearest river Are you laughing at me? Still I try To get by And I know I'll die Looking at you Now I hear laughter And no more pain inside But sometimes I wonder Whose blind eye's gazing at you? If fame and fortune come I'll be looking forward to the future And I'll be waiting for you Somewhere a dizzy blonde Is staring into her cold coffee And she's looking at you Still I try To get by And I know I'll die Looking at you Still I try To put you out of mind But I know I'll die Looking at you