Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past   Here's a pretty desert scene and here's a sea of grass   Likely orchards and vacant lots, big men grinning and holding hands   All the time the season's win and everything is lost      Something saids been said before but it's often worth repeating   And all the times that made the world are slipping into forgetting   And how are you and what did you do before you started thinking?   And I am fine and shaky still, this side of things gets clearer      I'll never have the time to suffer my easy past   And I'll never have a camera to disturb my rosy past   And I'll never have a sober night whilst the drink lasts   Whilst it lasts      Here is a picture, I guess he's probably dead   Here's another picture, the fantastic three off their heads   Ignore this western trip, little thing, there's so many other ideas   I live in the song lines of boys from all over the world      Something saids been said before and here am I repeating   That all the times that made my world cannot be forgotten   And I'll never have a camera to keep these lies      And here am I sitting in the sun with burning skin and a big red book   And here are you on your holiday, I wonder if you still look that way      These damn pictures I could forget things so quickly   But they're always here and I cannot throw memories away   Here comes the stickler with his brand new Polaroids      Here are several pictures and pictures mean the past   Here I go into fogginess, all my past destroyed