Pictures of My Baby

Pictures of my baby
right before the war
dressed up in his lazy
simple smile he wore

A Coney Island summer
a Christmas at Hill Lake
Before the world could reach him
And steal his light away

These moments never last
there’s no future in the past
but these pictures keep sending me back

Returned to me last Sunday
The echo of his eyes
The kisses of my baby
Lost somewhere in time

Sleepless nights will cast
whiskey from the glass
Those pictures keep sending me back

I sat down and wrote a letter
To whom this may concern
Send back the boy
I loved who’s lost
In the picture on the wall