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   And when he drives I love to watch his hand   White and smooth almost feminine   Almost American, I have to watch him      In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth   He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot   And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue   I saw him searching into you and ached a while      I watch his lips caress the glass   His fingers stroke its stem and pass   To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes   From a shadow by the stair   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   And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue   I saw him searching into you and ached a while      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   And when he drives I love to watch his hand   White and smooth almost feminine   Almost American, I have to watch him      In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth   He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot   And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue   I saw him searching into you and ached a while