Your face was in the pictures
Your face was in the moving pictures
And though I'd never met you
though I'd never met you, I knew

Because I saw you in the pictures
I saw you and I knew who you were
All those years ago
Before I was born

Maybe you were born too early
Or maybe I was born too late
Maybe there's no need to hurry
Or maybe there's no time to wait

As I watched the pictures
As I watched the moving pictures
They told to me a story
They told me the story of you

The pictures, they all told it
Of how your life unfolded
Of how the light dimmed in your eyes
And at the ripe old age of twenty-eight
You died

I'm in love with a dead girl
It figures it'd turn out this way
Because when you fall for a dead girl
You know you've come a little too late

I wasn't in the pictures
I wasn't in the moving pictures
And since we'd never spoken
you died heartbroken and alone

I wish I could have changed it
Gone back and rearranged it
And introduced myself to you
But the thing about time is
There's no way to rewind and review

Maybe you were born too early
Or maybe I was born too late
Maybe there's no need to hurry
Or maybe there's no time to wait

Your face was in the pictures
Your face was in the moving pictures
And though I'd never met you
though I'd never met you, I knew

Because I saw you in the pictures
I saw you and I knew who you were
All those years ago
Before I was born