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