Suzanne Vega

The sign said headshots
And that was all,
A picture of a boy
And a number you could call,
Two eyes in the shade
A mouth so sad and small,
Its strange the way a shadow
Can fall across the wall,
And make the difference
In what you see
Ah...
Hes just a poster, but
Hes everywhere,
A face under a street lamp
Ripped and hanging in the air,
Turn the corner
And hes still there,
Watching all the people
Who are passing unaware,