I thought I knew the boy so wellIf he was sad I could not tellI missed the point and I missed the signsIf he's gone the fault is mineAnd I know, I knowA whole lot of little thingsAnd even thoughI knowI could list them one by oneOh, he would still be goneHis eyes were blueHis hair was longAt sixty-fourHe was born in Baton RougeHis favorite song was in my lifeI memorized his every moveI knew his books, his cars, clothesButI paid no attentionTo what mattered mostI never askedHe never saidAnd when he criedI turned my headHe dreamed his dreamsBehind closed doorsAnd I knewThat made them easy to ignoreAnd I know, I knowI missed the forest for the treesAnd all I have to showYou know when he walked out the doorOf Colfax and nothing moreI miss the momentWhen he leftThen I found yourselfAnd it was thereHis eyes are blue, his hair was longAt sixty-four, he was born in Baton RougeHis father's tall, his mother's goneHe moved out west when he was twoThe way he laughed, the way he lovedOh my God, what did I do?Oh my God, what did I do?What did I do?He dreamed his dreams behind closed doorsNever asked, never saidHe dreamed his dreams behind closed doors