By the convenience store
I waited for the bus to pull away
And through the fumes
A picture of you
And your funny face
And pictures of you
Standing in-between a laundry mat
And the gallery window
With the piece of art that looked like trash

Pictures of you
Pictures of you
Pictures of you
When we were young
When we were young

Lovin' the future is just a fantasy
Lovin' the past is just a memory
A picture of you standing somewhere in-between
Standing between the trees
And the cleaners
And the broken meters
And the trashcan beaters

Pictures of you
Pictures of you
Pictures of you
When we were young
When we were young
Pictures of you