Sure, I got pictures of my own
Of the people and the places that I've known
Here's one: I'm carrying your suitcase
Outside of Alphabet City
But in someone else's life
Where Maria is a wife
I'm on the mantle in the corner of the photograph
Take another picture with your click, click, click, click camera
Are you tired of where you've gone?
And you think you might belong
In a moment when you step out of the rain?
And you've ended up in someone else's frame?
And their memory now is never quite the same
They never even asked your name