when he moves I watch him from behind   he turns and laughter flickers in his eyes   intent and direct when he speaks   I watch his lips      when he drives I love to watch his hands   white, smooth, almost feminine   almost American   I love to watch him      in his face age descends on youth   exaggeration on the truth   he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot me   and everything he seems to do   reflects just another shade of blue   I saw her searching into you and ached a while      I watch his lips caress the glass   his finger stroke its stem and pass   to lift a cigarette at last   he dries his eyes   from the shadows by the stairs   I watch as he weeps unaware   that i'm in awe of his despair      in his face age descends on youth   exaggeration on the truth   he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot me   and everything he seems to do   reflects just another shade of blue   I saw her searching into you and ached a while