Snapshot
I’m a snapshot, a little girl
Eyes like the summer sky
Staring at my father who’s making funny faces
Trying to make me smile
I’m too young to remember
But it’s a Saturday at the park
A picnic basket and blanket
We stay all day ‘til it gets dark
I end up in a JC Penney catalogue
Even on a few billboards
It could be a hundred other little girls
I guess it was me they were looking for
I’m a snapshot, a teenage boy
Before I go off to war
Taking a drag off a lucky strike
Wearing a crisp, clean uniform
Ready and raring to go
Proud of my decision everything is in black and white
If you told me i wont be coming back home
I’d say it was a lie
I’m hanging on a wall in a memorial hall
My name and rank engraved
The school kids come to visit
And study the mess that was made
I’m a snapshot, an old man
Most men my age are retired
But I’m not the type to lay down easy
I guess it’s just the way I’m wired
I’m in a field hunched over the harvest
Eyes squinty from sweat and sunscreen
The photographer tells me act natural
I’m not exactly sure what that means
I get sold for a pretty penny
Put on a shelf behind an office chair
One day I’ll end up in a yard sale
And I’ll feel more comfortable there
I’m a snapshot, someone at their best
Or maybe their worst
A flicker of a life that walks a fine line
Between happiness and hurt
I’ll go on forever, one way or another
I’ll be somewhere for you to see
If you pay close attention you might evenSee a piece of yourself in me
