I see the pictures on the wall,
The time, the place, I don't recall.
I can't swear I was there at all,
or if I'm here now.
I hear the way you talk to me,
it's like you're asking silently,
To make it like it used to be,
but I just don't know how
'Cause I ain't your boy.
No, I ain't your boy.
But I sleep in his bed...
And I sleep with his wife...
I know all of his friends...
I inhabit his life...
I watch him on the videos;
the shaggy hair, the funny clothes
the naked lip beneath the nose,
a muscle memory.
You wonder loudly where he is
And why he never reappears.
I try to tell you through the tears,
I haven't seen that kid for years.
And I ain't your boy.
No, I ain't your boy.
And you're never gonna get him back...
Nothing's gonna bring him back...
But if you narrow your blue eyes,
I could be him, from way back when.
And I won't mind,
there's no shame if you kiss me,
and call me his name.
'Cause I ain't your boy.
No, I ain't your boy.
(I see the pictures on the wall,
The time, the place, I don't recall.
The shaggy hair, the funny clothes,
the naked lip beneath the nose.)
(And you're never gonna get him back...
Nothing's gonna bring him back...
But if you narrow your blue eyes,
I could be him, from way back when.
And I won't mind,
there's no shame if you kiss me,
and call me his name.)
