I thought I knew the boy so well
If he was sad I could not tell
I missed the point and I missed the signs
If he's gone the fault is mine
And I know, I know
A whole lot of little things
And even though
I know
I could list them one by one
Oh, he would still be gone
His eyes were blue
His hair was long
At sixty-four
He was born in Baton Rouge
His favorite song was in my life
I memorized his every move
I knew his books, his cars, clothes
But
I paid no attention
To what mattered most
I never asked
He never said
And when he cried
I turned my head
He dreamed his dreams
Behind closed doors
And I knew
That made them easy to ignore
And I know, I know
I missed the forest for the trees
And all I have to show
You know when he walked out the door
Of Colfax and nothing more
I miss the moment
When he left
Then I found yourself
And it was there
His eyes are blue, his hair was long
At sixty-four, he was born in Baton Rouge
His father's tall, his mother's gone
He moved out west when he was two
The way he laughed, the way he loved
Oh my God, what did I do?
Oh my God, what did I do?
What did I do?
He dreamed his dreams behind closed doors
Never asked, never said
He dreamed his dreams behind closed doors