Lonnie Garamond was disturbed by the face
That looked back at him from the bathroom mirror
He looked older than he remembered

It was as if all forty-two years of his life
Had suddenly leap frogged over each other
And crash landed in his face

He was middle-aged and the truth hit him
Like a man with no parachute
The eyes were golfballs

The skin hung on his face like a cheap suit
And the trapdoor of greasy black frizz
That he combed from one side of his head to the other

To hide his baldness
In reality emphasized it
It was 2:30 in the morning Nov. 22nd 1963

And Lonnie couldn't sleep
Lonnie took a last look at the face
And popped another sleeping tablet

Under his sandpaper tongue
And slipped into a cold, dark sleep
The last thing Lonnie saw

Before his eyes finally closed
Was his camera watching him
From the other side of the Motel room

But the camera wasn't loaded yet
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loser

Lonnie Garamond was a loser
And he really hated being that
Lonnie's body clock woke him at 8:30 sharp

He stabbed a button by his bed
And the TV crackled into life
Showing the crowds already gathering

In Dealy Plaza
He showered, shaved, and slipped into an Ivy League jacket
And brown slacks and loaded the camera

The Stetson put the icing on the southern cake
And he headed for the parking lot
Leaving the key behind in his room

He knew he wouldn't be coming back
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loser

Lonnie Garamond was a loser
And he really hated being that
Lonnie parked the Buick and ran down Pacific St.

It was 12.15 and he wanted to be outside
The Texas School Book Depository
Before the motorcade came down Elm St.

12.20
He elbowed his way through a group of good ol' boys
And stood next to a kid in a wheelchair

Waving a Confederate flag
12.25
He took off the lens cap

And lit his first cigarette for two years
He checked the focus one last time
And blew a smoke ring

Into the blue Dallas heat haze
12.30
He ground the Lucky Strike under the heel of his boot

And calmly squeezed off three shots
Lonnie put the camera back into it's case
And melted into the panic

Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loser
Lonnie Garamond was a loser

And he really hated being that