I thought I knew the boy so well If he was sad, I couldn't 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 can list them one by one Oh, he would still be gone His eyes are blue, his hair was long In '64, he was born in Baton Rouge His favorite song is "In My Life" I memorized his every move I knew his books, his car, his clothes But I paid no attention to what mattered most I never ask, he never said And when he cried, I turned my head He dreamed his dreams behind closed doors 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 The cold facts and nothing more His eyes are blue, his hair was long In '64, he was born in Baton Rouge His favorite song is "In My Life" I memorized his every move I knew his books, his car, his clothes But I paid no attention to what mattered most His eyes are blue, his hair was long In '64 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? What did I do? He dreamed his dreams behind closed doors I never ask, he never said