Pictures of an Only Child

Bright all the eyes of the family on the other side
from an only child for the first fourteen years of life
All the pictures they were never seen and never heard from

I'm standing with Eric and Mom outside of Taj Mahal
Convinced that I am gonna be a writer and a movie star
I've a picture of dad here sitting, hair down to the ground
Bright all the eyes of the family now dead and gone

We've played games of fate and chance
We were caught and made to dance
Sold our souls to slavery
Lost our way and prayed for death