Sometimes we’d meet
In the front hall
Small words to greet me with
Or no words at all
Just a look long and shy
As he’d pass me right by
With those wounded eyes,
Wounded  eyes, wounded eyes

Summer nights on the stairs
Talking under the stars
Secrets so easily shared
In the refuge of the dark
When he thinks no one sees
What he feels is revealed
In those wounded eyes,
Wounded eyes, wounded eyes

I guess he had enough
Of this city’s pain
He packed his suitcase up
And moved away

Got a card a week ago
Saying he was fine
With a faded photo
Of some place that he’d been
Staring from those western skies
Was a face I recognized
With those wounded eyes
Wounded eyes, wounded eyes

What lies behind those

Wounded eyes, wounded eyes

Wounded eyes

Wounded eyes, wounded eyes

Wounded eyes

Wounded Eyes