She never thinks about me when I'm here

She only dreams about me when I'm gone

My heart rises to my mouth as she passes

by me

and I can't make a sound



She gives me a mirror in a picture frame

She says don't be afraid to blame your blues

on the man you see inside

He's trying desperately to hide



I know she's right

and I can't fight the feelings

That the man inside's not ready for revealing

I walked beside him on a stage

Watched him trying to make believe

He's read the pages of wisdom



Now everyone has a needle

Which we turn to in times of escape

Injecting our realities with some fantasy

makes it all easier to take

Some people say that it sets them free

But me I found that it seldom lets you see

That the path your foot falls on

Doesn't make a sound



I know I'm right and

I can't fight the feelings

that the hearts of men aren't ready for

revealing

I walked beside them in the rain

Watched their distant and their mortal pain

and it's all a shame



She never thinks about me when I'm here

She only dreams about me when I'm gone

My heart rises to my mouth as she passes

by me

and I can't make a sound