Somehow my Helen died
A year before the war
So I drank up
And I married Claire
But it don’t much matter anymore
Cause I can’t take a picture
These old eyes are worn
They’re worn
I’ve lied to myself before
And I guess that’s like lying to god
But I loved her before I loved you
And there’s something to be said
For the first wife that’s dead
And I can’t take a picture
These old eyes are worn
No I can’t take a picture these old eyes are worn
But on with this life