G5                              Bb5
When he moves I watch him from behind 
                                      C5
he turns and laughter flickers in his eyes 
                          G5 
intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips 
        G5                          Bb5   
When he drives I love to watch his hands
                        C5
white and smooth almost feminine, 
                 G5
almost american, I have to watch him.

Chorus 
G5                           Bb5                         C5  
in his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth 
                              G5
he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot 
    G5             Bb5                                         C5
and everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue 
                                 G5
I saw him searching into you and ached a while

G5                           Bb5
I watch his lips caress the glass, 
                                C5
his fingers stroke its stem and pass 
                       G5
to lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes 
G5                    Bb5
from a shadow by the stair 
                    C5
I watch as he weeps unaware 
                       G5
that I'm in awe of his despair, but I am there 

(chorus repeat)