Looking At You

I was looking for you. Now I'm looking at you. When I come home at night I look into the hallway mirror and I'm looking at you. I can't escape your face. I see reflections in the water, and I'm looking at you. But still I try to get by and I know I'll die Looking at you. There is a hollow in the bed. Where you lie, slept, I took a picture. Are you laughing at me? I scratched your records, dear. and threw them in the nearest river. Are you laughing at me? Still I try to get by and I know I'll die looking at you. Now I hear laughter and no more pain inside. But sometimes I wonder, whose blind eye's gazing at you? If fame and fortune come, I'll be looking forward to the future And I'll be waiting for you. Somewhere a dizzy blonde is staring into her cold coffee, and she's looking at you. Still I try to get by and I know I'll die looking at you. Still I try to put you out of mind but I know I'll die looking at you.