Lyrics

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 You can cut me Where I used to shine I look dull around the edges But I'm doing fine I'm going fine I can't take a picture These old eyes are worn