It's so hard to see her face
In the overcrowded place
And the words right on the wind
They don’t get into my mind
Children are playing
Don't know what they're saying
With wide open eyes
For tomorrow to see
Better than me
And those pictures in her eyes
Are her private paradise
With that perfume on her smile
Telling wonders of beguile
Wasteful and breaking
The colors they’re making
Are moving before me
And seem to infer
Picture of her
With one flower in her hand
She stands mirrored in the sand
And the people stand and stare
But she doesn't really care
Children are playing
Don't know what they're saying
With wide open eyes
For tomorrow to see
Better than me
[?] through her hair
I'm not sure if she is there
And the sun lights up this day
As my picture fades away
Wasteful and breaking
The colors they're making
Are moving before me
And seem to infer
Picture of her
Picture of Her was written by Spencer Davis.
Picture of Her was produced by Ron Richards.